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The thought of giving the flame exactly what it wants , makes the butterflies in her fly much more chaotic than before. Then…she enters the flame. It hurts much more than she had imagined it would , but does she love it? Yes, she does. She feeds of the exotic emotions she feels while the fire eats at her wings. She relishes the exotic emotions – the frisson – she feels when the fire takes controls of her lowly life. This excitement – it makes her life less boring , less dull. It brightens up her dull existence , with a life span that ends quickly. So with every passing second , she tries to memorize this feeling. She tries to capture this moment in her head , so that she may revisit it whene

Or too far gone to fear properly. Spiro opened his mouth and breathed fire. Orange flame tore across the field of ash, broader and hotter than anything a normal creature should survive. The blast struck four wraith-touched at once, lifting them from the ground, slamming them into a rock wall, swallowing them in fire. Their bodies burned, shrivelled, split open, black veins bursting under heat. For a moment, I hoped. Then they stood up inside the fire. Burned, broken, but moving. They crawled forward through the flame like hatred had hands and hunger had bones.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: I'M TIRED BY LABRINTH AND ZENDAYA. IVARA'S POV: The smoke hasn’t faded. Even after days, it still clings to my skin; the scent of burnt metal and blood. I can’t wash it off. I’ve tried.

This chapter is dedicated to Phyllis Hills. My loyal reader. My number one fan. Thank you so much❤️ Chapter 44 Hael Moore. Something wasn't right. Right under my nose, I could smell it. Beneath the layers of my hairy skin, I could sense it. I could taste it at the tip of my tongue– A build-up. Like something was about to happen. Something sinister. Something destructive. Something terrifying. All wrapped in three words– Blood. Death. Sacrifice.

Spitfire, on the other hand, looked like royalty. She sat perched on the edge of a lounge chair, wearing a floral collar around her neck, with white and yellow fabric flowers that Amaya insisted made her “look festive, not annoyed.” Spitfire looked deeply annoyed. But regal. Regal and displeased. Which, to be fair, was her default setting. I stood under the awning, half-watching the chaos unfold and half-trying not to cry into my plastic margarita cup. This was my family. Not the flawless sitcom kind. The real kind. Loud. Messy. Overprotective. Mine.

I move my arm, something spilling his hand swings down hitting my arse. "Every time you spill or drop something, I spank you." I look at him shocked, yeah cause that's not going to cause me to drop more. I like it though. I begin moving again, trying to make a cold platter. My hand is moving and the other spilling the sauce, his hand hits my arse making me scream. I start again, looking at the mess around me hell I need to get this right. I begin remembering my hands are bound together, his eyes watching me as slowly I get it right without a single spill.

I go ahead to continue watching my movie and then eating. I’m done with my stir fried spaghetti and now it’s time to dig into the chicken. The chicken is coated in flour and is very crispy. It tastes so good. When I’m done, I walk into the bathroom to wash my hands and the scent of the foam fills the bathroom. I take the scent in before turning to Jim and then I see him doing the most hilarious thing ever. His hand is on the wall and he’s doing a sensual dance against the wall. I know he is turned on, cause his penis is standing and it’s hard.

, he said out loud. Rinzen whined already feeling that tug; *Ugh… here we go again* xXxXx (End of Chapter 4)

As she bid farewell to her teacher and her classmates (in her mind), Amy started her journey towards the direction of the City of Wings. It was a smooth walk in the evening breeze. On her way she looked up to the sky to notice a peculiar bird flying above her because of its uniqueness, it had four wings and a twin tail. A leg was hanging down as if it was injured and what seemed to be a drop of blood, dripped down from its leg and fell right in front of her. Amy thought," What a poor beast.", as it flew away.