Scorching In A Sentence Novels & Stories

Heat scorched my skin. The flames raced toward us. Alexander wrapped his arms around me And the balcony gave way beneath our feet. We plunged downward into fire, smoke, and darkness

Her cries pierced the night sky and the fire spread like a wildfire ensuing on cold harmattan morning. "No... No..." Candice screamed with distraught. She muttered every spell she could commit to memory to stop the flames from spreading but it was all futile. Her eyes glazed beige as the fire licked around her and continued to spread. She wanted to run. She really did but dread engulfed her as the truth settled in. Candice ran at the burning bodies, screeching as the fire singed her hair, skin, and blood. It hurt, it burned but nothing seemed to make sense in Candice's world as she dug her fingers into the hot gummy flesh of the relics she was so close to harvesting.

I exploded before his eyes with him imploding in me and spilling his hot seed. We were both wet and hot. He was scorching hot, thinking he would burn me but he did not, not like last time. I could feel that he was scorching hot, the sheets getting the worst of it and I was afraid they would burn. We clung into each other

The flames that had simmered beneath the surface before now raged out of control, consuming me whole. Axel's voice was a cacophony in my mind, screaming "mate" over and over, but I couldn't bear the intensity of the sensation. With a Herculean effort, I tore my hand away from Roxy's, breaking the contact that had set my very soul ablaze.

Noticing my gaze, Leon cleared his throat. "Is it nice?" "Yeah, it's nice." He smiled to himself, and his eyes burned. "Then keep looking." I blushed, wanting to turn away, but he raised an eyebrow and leaned in close before whispering, "Are you afraid I'll eat you up?" My heart raced like a drum, but I tried to stay calm. "Not really. I'm more afraid you won't be able to control yourself." "Is that so?" Leon looked at me with renewed interest.

Rain sounded on the broken pavement, cold and pitiless, as I sat on the curb in front of the gas station, my heart sinking a little more with each buzz of my phone. One cruel message from Jace lit up the screen: “We’re done. I can’t be with you when you’re like this anymore.”

Heat made her desperate, trembling, helpless. Julian drove into her, hard and merciless. Her scream tore through the dark, high and broken, as fire ripped through her core. Agony flared red-hot like a burner on the stove, her body locking against the intrusion, trembling and slick but impossibly tight. His breath rasped hot against her neck, his jaw locking harder into her flesh as he dragged back—only to slam forward again, forcing her body to stretch around him like molten fire.

I stood in the center of the scorched clearing, the aftermath of the battle scattered around me like broken promises. Smoke curled from the earth, and the scent of ash clung to my skin. The power that had surged through me—Nyx’s power—hadn’t left. It clung to me, cold and electric, like frostbite beneath the surface. My body still trembled with it.

Every word burst forth like scalding lava, spewing forth in a torrent of venomous vitriol. I inhale sharply, this is going to hurt like hell.

"You need to calm down a little. I know you're upset, but I can see the fire burning inside you. You look like you're going to combust, and I don't know what that level of Hellfire will do." I could hear him trying to soothe me, but it was like a small breath of wind in a raging storm. Not enough to blow out the flame, but just enough to spread the fire further. It went from the fire burning in me internally to the fire spreading all over my outer body. Its scorching flames licked my skin, making it crawl on my body, squeezing tight against my bones as it shrank in the heat.