Spitfire In Love Novels & Stories

"Don't get too cocky, Thomas!" I sidestepped just in time, and the water splashed harmlessly onto the floor. Disgusted by his antics, I retaliated, flinging my own cupful of water right at his face. He yelped like a soaked pup caught in the rain. "I'd love to see if Yvonne would stick with you if you were useless, Thomas!" His eyes blazed with spite, his rage flaring up in the flickering firelight. Out of nowhere, he lunged, trying to shove me into the stove. I teetered, nearly toppling over from the force.

Yet, with me, his love burned so fiercely it bordered on madness. It wasn't until I watched the video Rosa sent me that I finally saw the truth. Salvatore did love me, but he wanted to protect Rosa. A sharp pain tightened in my chest until I could hardly breathe. As it turned out, my father had been right all along. The only person I could ever trust was myself. I brushed away the tears, opened the safe, and pulled out the revolver I hadn't touched in years. The first shot tore through our wedding photo. The bullet split it clean down the middle, right between our joined hands.

Heat pools in his hypnotizing blues, making them brighter. I turn as my boyfriend stands and walks out of the room. The catcalls filters through the opened door. I bet my cheeks are burning with red, but I can't find myself to care. Not at this moment, no. Because the most part of me needs it. The distraction. Nate, without a single doubt, give me what I needed, exactly how I wanted it. Chest heaving, still high on the ecstasy, those three little words flies free from my lips. "I love you." ****

“Spitfire.” “Ayr please,” I whisper as I realise he has threaded his other hand around one of mine. I have to shut my eyes as a wave of adoration hits. I want this so badly. To go back in time before he shouted out that he loved Elle. Forced or not, it crucifies me every time. With my eyes still shut, I feel his breath on my fingers and tentatively reach one out, stroking his cheek, dislodging flakes of mud.

"What is there to talk about? You don't trust me. You don't expect me to force myself on you, do you?" Spitfire didn't know why he was so mad. He just wanted to have a fun, sexy time with Guru. Sure he wanted to play a bit rough, but Guru seemed to like that. But then he'd lost his mind, attacked the tom he was falling for and there was no surprise in Guru no longer trusting Spitfire to dominate him.

Looking at Jonathan, his skin darkened and peeling from the sun, I laughed—then cried. When my head was forced down for the third time, my body finally gave out and collapsed to the ground. Echoing in my ears were the words he had once said countless times, "Chloe, wait for me three years. Just three years, and we can be together forever." But Jonathan… the reckless devotion you once showed in loving me has now become the very reason you hurt me. So this time, I'm not going to wait for you anymore. … While I was unconscious, the wound on my back was stitched and bandaged again.

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me. All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of. At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen. Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart. Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks."

My cheeks a hot color of red I’m sure. “You’re not an axe murderer, right?” River says quietly. “No!” I say shaking my head. “See, that’s exactly what an axe murderer would say.” She says back with a twinkle of mischief in her beautiful green eyes. ‘I think I’m in love’ I thought to myself. “Fine.” I said. She looks at me confused. I smile. “How about we walk across the street. There is a beautiful fountain over there. We can just sit and chat. And if you get bored you can leave.” I say. Really, really hoping she says yes.

"I'm tired of pretending that we are okay. When I know deep down that we can't be. And you. . . I'm sure at some point you've realized that too, but you keep hanging on to this stupid love fantasy that maybe, someday a day will come when I would love you as you love me. But, Doris that would never happen. I don't love you and I would never love you. The sex was good, yes. However, you must learn to differentiate between lust and love. So the earlier you break out of your fantasy world and step into reality the better it would be for both of us." Doris' heart was tearing apart with each word he hauled at her. What did she do so wrong? Why was he hurting her this way? She blinked her eyes prev

I opened it and read it silently and my face beamed with blessedness. “Darling I hope you are pushing on with life. I wish I could have been near you; I would have whispered something into your ears. But it is not yet too late. Iet me just whisper it close to your ears assuming that I am beside you. I love you with my life. Receive my great love my sweetheart."