Romance Novels About Firefighters Novels & Stories

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

Turnabout was fair play and this was fun. Now, I heard irritation in his voice. "You play with fire." Fighting down my laughter, I trailed my hand across his face and thread my fingers into his hair. I moved my lips a hair's breadth from his and lowered my voice to a soft purr. "But it's you I want to burn me." Take that, you big oaf. "Why?" he asked with a throaty growl that threatened to make me laugh out load. I placed as much longing into my voice as possible. "The dragon will never mate with me and I crave a real man between my thighs." This was going further than I planned, but feeling him pressing against me... it's what I wanted now, this instant.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

The thought made his stomach churn. “That evil b*tch!” Ceynol roared, his voice cracking with frustration. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. “She doesn’t even realize the extent of her foolishness!” Flames clawed hungrily at the sky, thick black smoke billowing upward. The firefighters they had called were doing their best, but it wasn’t enough. How could it be? This wasn’t just an ordinary fire—it was fueled by volatile chemicals, making it nearly impossible to control.

“R-e-a-l-y?” My voice comes out like it’s been dipped in acid and sarcasm. “The girl fell hard for our broody firefighter.” “Can’t blame her — the man walks around like he invented foreplay.” It’s his turn for a jealous snort. “Yeah … they work together. Poor thing. One spark from Axel, and she combusted. Occupational hazard, I suppose.” I roll my eyes so hard they almost click. I’ve never seen Axel with a girl before. He’s as emotionally constipated as Jackson. But the man is as HOT as one gets … so fine — maybe I’ll let that one slide.

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard

The smell of smoke and blood was so thick it seemed to cling to the skin. “Sir, please step back,” a firefighter ordered, trying to push him out. But Vincenzo refused to budge, planting his feet as if he could anchor his entire world to that spot. Then everything around him dissolved when his eyes found Vittoria, curled up on the staircase, covered in dust and ash, her face marred by scrapes, an oxygen mask pressed over her mouth and nose. Two paramedics worked around her, but they became mere shadows in the distance, because the moment he saw her like that, pain struck him like a blunt blow—and when her eyes locked onto his, nothing else existed.

"Maybe Enzo, I don't need you to decide what's best for me." He freezes; his eye drops to where my palm clutches his arm, then back up to my face, his expression inscrutable. He slowly reaches up and unexpectedly softly covers my hand with his fingertips. "You're playing with fire," he says in a gentle but wary whisper. Heart thumping, I say, "And maybe I like the burn," looking up at him and daring him to remove his mask, allow me in just once. Though his eyes are deeper, more serious, his lips open in a smile. "Isabella, be cautious. You might not make it over the flames.

Every line of his body pressed to hers, a brand she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. The kiss deepened, raw and punishing, until she tore back just enough to gasp, “This doesn’t mean I forgive you.” His lips curved in a dangerous smile. “I don’t want forgiveness. I want you.” And when his mouth found hers again, Grace surrendered not to his control, not to his empire, but to the fire they’d both tried so hard to resist. For better or worse, they were bound now. Not by safety. Not by trust. But by fire.

A wall of fire, the inescapable smell of everything melting and being destroyed? After fifteen minutes spent pacing the bedroom, I’m going stir crazy. I can’t lose Clement and Nicholas. I can’t. They were my saviors in the fire and every day afterward, standing guard at my bedside, making me feel loved and cared for when I needed it most. Touching me with such passion one minute, holding me like a treasure the next. Already, my stomach is caving in on itself at the very possibility they could be hurt. Don’t firefighters get injured—or worse—all the time? Yes. Yes…and if that happens, I have to be there to give them the same support they’ve given me. I have to do something.