Novel & Cerita Romance About Firefighters

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

His lips stuck to mine the entire time, showing me that a part of him loved me like I loved him. The afternoon falls on our bare shoulders, while it is raining outside. The windows reflect the tree branches moving sharply. This is my first day not working, and maybe the hospital is wondering why I'm missing, but I don't care when I'm next to this man. Nothing is good enough to leave alone. He caresses my back gently, while I look at the floor and see the drops falling through the small leak in my room. “They will fire me.” I commented, knowing that I would receive a scolding from the head nurse.

She didn't know that the fire magic I wielded had once belonged to her brother, or that I treasured it as much as I treasured Ignatius' memory. "Sorry," I gasped, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I was soaked through with it. "Bad dream again?" Lilly asked, stepping back to resume the respectful distance that all mages kept from their leaders. "Yeah," I mumbled, swinging my feet out of bed. "Same one as usual?" Lilly pressed, and I looked at her again. A pained expression crossed her face, and I nodded. "Yes, and I still don't want to bore you with the details, so don't ask," I murmured, pulling my fire forward like a cloak against the chill my own magic always left behind.

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

The onl‍y sound is the wind whistling through brok‌en steel. Finall‍y, he sighs. “If he’s‌ o⁠ut there, we’l‍l find him. But you can’t‍ burn yourself out waiti⁠ng.” I s⁠ha‌ke my head. “I’m not waiting.” My vo‍ice trembles. “I’m surviv‌in‍g. For him.” --- That nig‍ht, I dream of fire again. Bu⁠t thi⁠s ti‌me,‍ I see something‍ else—an⁠ ima⁠ge burned into my mind. Damon’s hand reaching for mine throu⁠gh smoke.‌ His voice echoing in the dis⁠t‍ance:

she hesitates, “me?” Holding her hand tighter, I nod as the past burns through me with hissing, spitting flames. For the first time in years, I let myself relive the fire, the small snippet of it I was exposed to before the fire department got me out. To think, it was all because Aunt Rosa had a romance with a criminal. “I think we can both agree you’ve got no business telling me who to fall for now,” I say after a long pause. “I just wanted to keep you safe.”

A large crowd stands before the still-burning building as the firefighters continue to put out the fire as best as they know how. The barista I spoke to is in a towel as a firefighter speaks to her about the nature of the accident, but she looks as if she is in shock, so words more than three syllables do not leave her. I don’t know what I thought I would find by coming here; the crowd only seems interested in the smoke and the fighters in the fire. It's easier to tell myself that it wasn’t Dominic instead of trying to piece that it is. What motive would he have to-

It does look more comfortable than this chair. Moving over to the other end of the couch, I can see him smiling from the corner of my eye. Who on earth would have imagined my night turning out this way? In a man’s home. A man that I didn’t even know up until tonight. It sounds like a typical romcom. Hell, who on earth would have thought I would be mated to the biggest scum on the planet? Although their wolves were amazing, I must say. The goddess must hate me for some reason.

That was how their number increased to five. CLINTON, an honorable fellow. He was a lucrative scholar and had the interest of the members at heart despite being the youngest. He was not the boisterous type or was he the quiet type either. He was a lovable being, but one thing about him was that he had no interest in whatever that has to do with love. He never believed in love. That notwithstanding, he was the most loved among them all. The only sexual life he had was with a girl named kate. And talking about sexual life, not the type Bruno and Enola engaged themselves in, it was something more like just normal friendship. The only romantic connection they once had was just holding of hands a

Dante loved my friend, he didn’t say it, but you could see it in the way he looked at her and the way he protects her, she’s the most naïve and innocent person I’ve ever met yet he tries to preserve that in her instead of trying to destroy it. Dante is a firefighter I met at the station I worked at, I introduced the two, for Dante it was love at first sight, Tia used to work as a nurse but when she heard I was going to move she wanted to follow me and we both went for EMT training when she told Dante about the move, he told her he would come as well. So he followed us to Chicago because of his love for my friend. “I’ll go and get her…” I tell him.