Sorry With Fire And Ice Novels & Stories

’ Song Jae Chan saw what Ahn did and repeatedly sent the attack on him and in return Ahn did the same making hot water splash everywhere in the arena. If Yura can slice body parts, Song Jae Chan can burn them to crisp. They were both formidable enermies, but so was Ahn. He made ice crystals from the ground where Jae Chan was standing and he narrowly avoided the sudden gruesome attack. He was about to be a sikh-kebab. One of the icicle grazed side of Jae Chan’s body but he didn’t show any sign of pain. Suddenly Song Jae Chan smiled and made two Wall of fires on both side of Ahn and started pulling it together to squash Ahn among them.

This peaks Faith's interest as she frowns at me. "Is this because of Chadley?" She asks hitting the bullseye I just nervously bite my lip as I break our eye contact. She sighs at this, gaining my attention. "Hanna, just because you were wrong about one persons intentions doesn't mean that everyone's intentions are horrible" she says with a motherly tone of voice "Yeah, well I'll never find out because I'm putting an end to whatever her and I have" I say with a newfound determination "Hanna, you and I both know that that's not what you want" Faith says with disappointment

at where it burns the most. Silver...I'm deeply... deeply...so sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't patient enough and acted too quickly...I'm sorry I even bothered to tell anyone. I'm so sorry for the pain I put you through... I'm sorry for only bringing that to you. I'm sorry.... The cries burst out of my lips as I scream, forcing it all out till I can no more...my throat goes parched, eyes swollen and body broken from the violent tremors.

It felt like the fire was burning from within me, gnawing at my skin, tearing the soles of my feet. I gasped for air and stretched out my hand gripping Ari's fragile hand tightly. "I'm sorry, baby. I failed to light up your world as I promised." A small smile broke out on her bloodied lips, I could see life slowly slipping away from her. I kissed her hand softly. The fire was close, it was just a matter of time. "All I ever wanted was to love you right." I was no longer aware of anything, just the drowning black smoke as it clouded our bodies.

So I’d left before dawn, slipping out while she slept, determined to cut her out of my life. My stick slammed a puck into the net, the impact jarring my arms. Sweat dripped down my jaw, my chest heaving. I’d come to the rink to escape, to drown her out with the burn of muscle and the sting of cold. But those eyes—those damned hazel eyes—clung to me, pulling me back to her. She was the reason my name was trending for all the wrong reasons, the reason my father wanted me off the ice and into the family’s real estate empire, married to Sophia Lang, some polished heiress I didn’t give a damn about.

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

No mercy. Only fire.

Triple chocolate, because why just suffer emotionally when you can clog your arteries at the same time? I shuffle back to the couch like a wounded soldier with the ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other. I slump down, pull up the saddest playlist I own, and press play. The first song is some soul destroying heartbreak ballad with lyrics like “you held my heart just to shatter it” and I’m like, yeah, that’s the one. I take a spoonful of ice cream and sing along, off-key and sniffling. “You took my love and set it on fiiiire…” shove of ice cream “Now I’m crying on the couch in my re…. tire… ment… of dignity… ”

Fires burned bright and fiercely. My body no longer held any feeling for pain as I again slammed into the ground. A large door made of ice stood before me. I moved without thinking—my hand resting against the cold surface. Dark magic poured from my fingertips, fire pushing into the ice, melting it away, layer by layer until nothing stood in front of me.