Sorry With Fire And Ice Novels & Stories

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

Burn in hell. Time to have a bonfire... of my feelings. I pour the gasoline over the cursed pictures, my fingers itching to ignite the inferno that will consume these poisonous memories. I spark the match, and the pictures go up in flames... Bye, Felicia... “Everyone makes mistakes. But not listening to Andrei? That was a big one.”

The fire was extremely strong. It was impossible not to be angry. Alas, he was a customer and the father of the funder, so she should support him, but she couldn't help it. She was a little afraid that he would insult her again. After all, she didn’t have the right intentions. As a result... "I'm sorry, I went too far just now...I didn't expect to hurt you like this..." What a surprise. Proud Billionaire Ice Wolf apologized. His voice was low and muffled, but his attitude was very sincere.

But Leo was still dying. “Apologize to Walter right now and I'll let you live,” Wayne whispered menacingly. “I'm sorry... Please... I'm sorry, Walter. I'm... Sor—” He choked and his eyes widened. No single air was penetrating his nostrils anymore. The ice was now freezing his tummy upwards. If that ice reached his chest area, he knew he would be gone for good. “Olive,” Wayne called. “Got it,” Olive replied and walked to them. She threw a bright orange bolt of fire at him and it engulfed him completely. Both Leo and Walter screamed in frightening alarm. But the fire went out few seconds later and Leo stood whole, unfrozen.

Ice. "It's good and they thought of putting us in a cold place." Red said sarcastically and looked at me. " What plan?" She asked, my companions also looking at me. "Leviticus we will destroy." Shadow groaned while holding his weapon. "Ice, fire, woods." Cloud said while holding on to what we were stepping on. We sold to him. "We have the ice, the fire is on our left and the woods are on our right." He then stood up properly.

She then replied back to the whole member as an effect of the message sent by Clinton. “I am so sorry for the misfortune I have caused for you people. I really blame myself for every of this happenings. I shouldn’t have done what I did to that extent. So, in accordance to that, I would be traveling back to the coast till further notice. I’m sorry Ekaris, you put me into this actually but don’t blame yourself too much. I’m sorry Ella, for hurting your feelings about Ekaris, I’m sorry Michelle, we would have settled this amicably but you left Bruno to make me hers. I’m sorry dear Clinton, this friendship owe you a lot of good things. Keep being a good friend. Goodbye for now”, she finished and

Lilia and Nala, Inigo's first and second wife rushed to the hospital when they heard what happened to Paxon and his wife Kaelynn, they persuaded Moxie to join them but she refused. When they got to the hospital to their greatest surprise their husband Inigo was comforting his stepbrother. His last words that hit them hard was when he said: "When one door closes another opens". "It can't be inigo saying that" Nala retorted "It's as shocking as it is to you" Lilia replied.

“You should have. It would’ve been easier.” “Maybe,” he says. “But easier isn’t always right.” I look down at our hands, still linked, his thumb brushing slow circles against my skin like he’s grounding me without even realizing it. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “For shutting you out. For making you feel like you didn’t matter. You didn’t deserve that.” He steps closer, close enough that I can feel the warmth of him even in the cold rink air. “You were hurting,” he says. “And scared. And overwhelmed. I get it. I’m not mad at you.”

" ​Lucas dragged me toward a dark cave as the blizzard began to howl again outside. Inside the cave, Lucas started a fire. In its dim light, I saw how exhausted he truly was. He peeled off his shirt, his sculpted muscles glistening in the firelight, but they were riddled with bullet wounds. ​I stepped forward, my trembling hands touching his scars. "Forgive me, Lucas. You’re like this because of me." ​Lucas took my hand and pressed it to his lips. "Not forgiveness, Sophia—I want your gratitude. Tonight might be our last night. The enemy has surrounded us. But before I die, I want to make you mine—without any contracts, without any family names." ​He pulled me toward him. Every touch was as s