Spitfire Sapphire Novels & Stories

He’s already suffering enough for all the crimes he did and so I tried to relax my body but still threw him a sharp glare, threatening him not to get close to me. He averted his eyes from me and looked at the flowers beside him. He picked a purple flower and smelled it, “I always think Salvias suits you, Sapphire. They are the color of your eyes and they represent wisdom, health, and long life, a perfect definition for Faeries.”

Between her ears there was a red crest that gave the impression of a hairdo. What was it like looking at Spitfire for the first time? It wasn’t like watching a CGI character in a movie. She had real 3D depth to my eyes. She cast a shadow on the table. It also wasn’t like watching a Claymation figure move. Spitfire looked from a distance like she had smooth skin, but if she were to come close enough for one to touch her, one could see that what had seemed to be skin was, seen up close, actually super fine scales, so fine you might measure them in millimeters.

She replied his kisses with more hissed as he gently brushed his flavoured lips against hers, non-stop. Sapphire held the leathered sofa tight as he gently pulled himself on her, driving more Sparks in the motion of her soft, pink lips. Sapphire's hands gently releases from the grip as she felt the heat of their kiss, poured down on her. It lingered beautiful feelings like fireworks in the night sky, something she'd always wanted.

~Thea There is no doubting, that everything has changed. That I am no longer how I was yesterday. Jasper stood behind me, staring into the mirror as I did. Something was so common between us, there is no mistaking it. Our eyes. Just looking at it made me want to claw my eyes out. That deep-set violet shade had taken over my once hazel eyes, infecting me with the colour I had admired about Jasper. Now it belongs to me too, although, it hardly amounts to what I see in Jasper's eyes. His are alight and dazzling, vivid with colour. Mine are still bland and rather lifeless.

Lucas asked and he poked Evan’s chubby cheek, making him giggle. “Nothing, just a walk in the park, he was awake, so I took him along.” Austin replied, while removing his coat. “Lu!” Evan exclaimed in Lucas’s arms, as he slapped a maple leaf on his forehead, probably too excited to show him. “Oh, so you brought a gift for me.” The raven haired retrieved the beautifully shaded leaf, and his eyes widened to see how the leaf had all three colours, green, ochre and red in an extraordinary blend.

“I’ll be over to see you later. We can discuss it then.” Sapphire ended the call, returned to her wheelchair, and wheeled herself back into the living room to continue her charade. Her jaw tightened as she made a vow to herself. “I won’t let her win. I’ll bring him back and remind him that he’s mine.” No. He’d come back on his own—he always does—but he needed to be reminded not to underestimate her. Her mind buzzed with schemes, but none felt solid enough. Her frustration boiled over, and she grabbed the wine glass, flinging it onto the ground, where it shattered with a deafening crash, startling the workers.