Sorry With Fire And Ice の小説・ストーリー

The cold expanded, my chest the only thing left standing against the sudden icy chill that shook me. "No!" The fourth voice. Deep and melodic, it sent a shiver through me as he called my name like a sorrow filled song. A final light bloomed, hovering in front of me. It didn't spark. The fire raged in warning and I reached for the spark, asking it come to me. It ignited, blazing brighter and shot straight for me. I let it collide, sparking on impact and the fire died, suffocated by a gust of icy cold winds, splashed with sparks of lights.

“I’m sorry. I guess a little more meat on my bones would have been a good thing in this situation.” His sturdy arms held her as her limbs started to thaw. Staring into the fire, she could hear the wind howling outside. Shifting her eyes to the window, all she could see was a white mass of blowing snow. “It’s really coming down, isn’t it?” she asked, her face finally warmed from the heat of the fire. “Mmhmm. God, Fiona. I’m so sorry about this. If anything would have happened to you…” “Nothing happened. I got a little chill, that’s all. But you made sure I got

"What were you thinking Nick? do you realize what you have done? If this affects our plan in any way, I will not forgive you!" She told him. Nick listen to her scold her but that was the least of his problems, he had fallen for Miranda so deeply that he just wanted to walk up to her and tell her everything but he couldn't. "Am sorry, I just got a little carried away,but you should know that you were on my mind at some time I even thought it was you and not Miranda and you know that we would have wild sex and stuff so I just got a little mixed up in the emotions."

Everyone in the office stops what they are doing to look at them, but makes no attempt of getting in to settle it, because they know the consequences. Someone has done it before, and it did not end well for that person. So everyone leaves them whenever they have they are having their feud, since it does not always result to the use of aggression. “Sometimes I wonder if we are in high school whenever I see them like this” Sandy whispers to Albert, who is also standing beside her. “Whenever I see you, my morning turns sour, and now we have to work together” he says “And you think I am all happy and jumping joyful at that” she sasses him.

About everything he'd taken and everything he'd failed to destroy. *I burned in their spotlight* *Drowned in their fame* *Lost myself completely* *Forgot my own name* *But fire finds oxygen* *Even in the dark* *And I'm still burning, baby* *I'm still that spark* The bridge was softer. About Kai and Elena. About choosing love over destruction. *He gave me kindling when I was just smoke* *She gave me purpose when I was just broke* *Together we're building* *A fire that's true*

I told him and watched his eyes widen while the fire finally burnt through my flesh, turning me into dust before his eyes. "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you," the words left my lips in a whisper. "No, No, No, please!" He yelled, but it was too late; I sensed myself burning and fading until there was nothing left of me but ashes; nevertheless, that flame was drawn out as I felt an ice liquid splash on me.

“Why are you avoiding looking at me?” The Fire God León de Fuego lowered his head again to avoid her gaze, saying in a worried voice: "In winter, remember to put on your shoes..." She looked at her feet in the snow that was so cold that they turned red, the pain from the bottom of her heart rose to her nose, and tears like a small stream fell down her feet... Love is love, not love is not love, why does his rejection always make her feel reluctant and sad like this? The Fire God León de Fuego slowly sat down, wiped the tears and snowflakes off her feet with his fingertips, and gave her a pair of shoes that were both soft and warm to her feet.

KEITH'S POINT OF VIEW I appeared back to my room. I sighed as I thought about what had happened today. I thought about her. That young girl. I sighed again and rubbed my temples. 'Don't think too much Dante,else you'll get a headache, and you know what happens when you get a headache, right?' Circe said. Circe is the name of my spirit animal which was a wolf. And yes, I know what will happen when I get a headache. She will feel it also. The lady. I sighed. I remembered Derek. He only wants to get revenge on me with her. I laughed at this thought. Derek is really funny. Well, I don't even care about her. So does Derek. He also wants her powers. Well, whatever.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

He was barely containing something—a mix of emotions I couldn't quite read. I felt compelled to break the silence and grasp at understanding. My voice, a fragile thread, slipped out in a hesitant whisper: "Was Ice... this brutal, Iciest?" His reaction was slow; his gaze was steady but heavy with a burden of grief. He met my eyes, his own reflecting a storm of conflicted emotions. With a heaviness that seemed to drag his words from him, he responded, "The real her... she wouldn't inflict this kind of harm unless something triggered her darker side."