Rekindling With An Old Flame Novels & Stories

She said she was currently looking for philanthropists to support her vision. “Ken, I’m really sorry for everything that happened in the past. I deeply regret it,” she said, her voice shaking. “I was under duress and I didn’t even know how it happened. I… I just want to make things right. I want us back. I want our love back, stronger than ever. I’ve changed.” Ken chuckled bitterly, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, I see. It’s been two months now, and I’ve been doing just fine. I think we should let sleeping dogs lie. You can keep doing your shit and covering it up with stories about being under duress.”

Foreheads touching, eyes locked on hers, breathing the same air, I whisper, “I love you.” Once, I overheard someone say something about reincarnation. Some hogwash about humans returning to reconnect with their soulmates. At that time, it was hilarious, it still is. I don’t believe in that crap but if there is an atom of truth to it, I want to do this with El again, as many times as we might be reborn. Her lips hover above mine but we don’t kiss. “I love you too, Brandon.”

“I don't care why you're back. I don't care what the fuck your agenda is, just make sure you do it far away from me. Okay?” Her smile faltered for a moment before she composed herself, taking a step closer. The scent of her perfume was overpowering, mixing with the cigar smoke in a nauseating blend. "I came here to rekindle old flames, darling," she murmured, and perhaps twenty years ago, I would have melted at her feet like a fucking little kid. Twenty years ago I would have done whatever I could, to make her happy. But I had been stabbed in the back several times by the witch to know I couldn't trust a word out of her lips.

Jason breathed out as I started to unbuckle his bell, freeing him from the constraints of his jeans. Jason smirked as he took my hand in his, making me grab onto his hardened length. "Feel how much I've missed you," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, using my hand to guide mine over his throbbing erection. "Use your touch to remind me of all the passion we've shared and ignite the fire between us once again," he urged, his eyes dark with longing. I moved my hand slowly, feeling the familiar heat and hardness of him beneath my touch. Our reunion was filled with a raw, primal energy that consumed us both, igniting a fire that had never truly died out between us.

In the past, she might have teased him, but now he was no longer the boy she used to know—he was a grown man. “I don’t recall any special occasion that warrants flowers this early,” she remarked, her tone light. “And why are you so sweaty?” "I was out jogging and somehow took a liking to these flowers," Connor said with a playful smile, his eyes lingering on Rebecca’s messy yet endearing appearance. "Then I realized I had no one to give them to... until I got home." "Next time, if the flowers are not for me, I won't take them," Rebecca replied with a casual smile, adding, "Now get a shower. You are smelling awful!"

The decision to start anew hung in the air, unspoken yet understood. Breaking away from the embrace, Beta looked into Scarlet's eyes, the years of longing reflected in his gaze. "Scarlet, let's give us another chance. I've carried your memory with me all these years, and being with you now feels like coming home." Scarlet, her eyes shimmering with hope, nodded in agreement. "Beta, I never thought I'd get a second chance at this kind of happiness. Let's build something beautiful together." Their conversation flowed seamlessly, exploring the possibilities of a fresh beginning. Plans were made to create new memories, and dreams were shared for a future that held the promise of love rekindled. T

“Oh that, yes, I change my mind; you should definitely let your old life affect your present,” he said, making Jenna believe that the man was just as clueless as he looked and he was just messing with her, so she took a step back intending to leave.“Wait!” the old man called out, causing her to pause in her tracks.“What do you want?” she asked.“Your enemy, the one you want to run away from, is back,” the old man said, suddenly shedding his earlier playful demeanor; he now had a powerful aura.Jenna, who seemed to know what he was talking about, ran away like someone was pursuing her; she did not stop until she entered her car, and then she started hyperventilating.Did that mean Rio was alive;

“I always loved you. I don’t want you to suffer.” “I wish you were real,” I told her, chest heavy. Then, unable to maintain distance anymore, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I kissed with all of my withheld passion. Years of it. Rekindling the flames that had burned when she had been alive. I tangled myself around her, as her arms curled around my neck. I licked my tongue into her mouth, tasting her as I remembered. She hummed and moaned, then even gasped a little.

"Your grandmother. She died young, in the records, but the archivist's note said: the line will find its way back." "And then my mother left North Ridge," Claire said slowly. "And then she died. And then I was supposed to marry Derek and die in his cell." She followed it forward. "And the line — what? Refused? Sent me back?" "I don't know," he said. "I don't think anyone knows exactly how it works. I think we're two people who were handed a second run at something and told: try again. Do it differently." He looked at her hand in his. "And I ended up at your wedding for a reason I couldn't explain, and you walked to me."

That thing inside of us that had died and withered while we were apart, only to burst into flames and come alive the moment we were close to each other again. I know my actions of late haven't exactly shown that we share that kind of special bond, but there are some things between us that the public and no one other than us knows and would understand. As soon as I saw her again, those feelings were reawakened, and it was as if the time had not gone by, and reconciliation after the pain and suffering I had caused wasn't the unclimbable mountain it had appeared to be in my once fractured mind.