Sublimation Lighter Novels & Stories

"Ahem… He’s twenty-nine years old this year and will be thirty soon. As for his hobby… He likes to smoke, but I haven't found anything else that he’s interested in." What the hell kind of hobby was smoking? "How about getting him a lighter? A lighter is easy to carry, and he’ll think of you every time he takes it out to light up. How good is that!" Xia Liu's eyes lit up. "Yeah, I’ll buy a lighter." In fact, Xia Liu did not have much money to buy something too expensive. She also had no idea if Jing Yuanwu would want it. A lighter was not something valuable, but it could be used daily. He probably would not refuse it, right?

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

He glanced at the cigarette in my hand, then smiled faintly before taking it from me, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a gold lighter. I didn’t know much about lighters, but I had spent enough time in rooms filled with people who did to recognize one when I saw it; the S.T. Dupont lighter in his hand was unmistakable—custom-made, engraved with his name, and that mysterious letter E people had once speculated about without ever arriving at an answer. He pressed it open with a soft metallic click, and a steady blue flame rose between us, casting a faint glow across his face. Holding the cigarette between his fingers with effortless precision, he leaned it toward the flame, and wit

“Why don’t you get a tie for him?” Then, Myka saw that Carol’s gaze was fixed elsewhere. She looked over and saw “Haze”. Haze was a lighter company that rose to prominence over the past few years. While it was not as famous as Zippo or Givenchy, its design and reputation were among the top in the country. “Are you thinking of giving him a lighter?” Carol nodded and went to Haze’s counter. After the shopping assistant introduced some of the different lighters, Carol picked a minimalistic, platinum lighter with no decorations whatsoever.

I badly want to bite it, but this man's not letting me. “Zev, what are we doing?” I asked in frustration. I crossed my arms and played with the hem of my shirt. I'm not used to this kind of set-up. With Derone, it's just lips and no talk, no clothes and more skin. But with Zev, he makes me realize how I'm willingly throwing myself to Derone and that I should be ashamed of what I'm doing. He grabbed the cigarette stick that was resting on his ear and dug something out of his pocket. A lighter.

Richard hit the ground, his spine thudding against the dirt. "Stay. Put." Joshua turned back to the pit. He didn't use a lighter. He didn't use a match. He cracked the amber vial and poured a thick, neon-green liquid over a pile of dry pine needles. A soft whump followed. No smoke. No orange flame. Just a steady, intense wall of blue heat that shimmered in the dark. "Chemical catalyst," Joshua said, answering the question Richard hadn't asked yet. "Smokeless. Odorless. The Tundra scouts won't see a thermal bloom on their sensors if I keep the pitch low."

“Come on, we have something we need to do.” “What?” He holds up a box of firelighters and a gas lighter. Then smiles and says, “let’s go burn the fuck out of those monograms.”

he said, heading toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that led to a vast terrace. The night air outside was bracing. We were forty stories up. The city glittered, cold and indifferent. “What are we doing?” I asked, my voice a thread. “Sending a message of our own.” From his pocket, he drew out the cheap plastic lighter—Dominic’s lighter, from the photo. He flicked it, the small flame dancing in the wind. Then, with a calm that terrified me, he lit a corner of the metal case’s foam interior. A chemical smell, acrid and sweet, filled the air as the foam caught.

Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak down my back she almost looks white n silver Mom says I’m blessed by the Moon goddess because I have white fur and White fur means important roles and gifts not that I have seen anything yet I guess my gifts will come once I’m mated I wonder what gift I will have doe some have healing powers or control of elements like my Mom she can control water Anyway I’m old enough not only to find my mate now because I’m 18 that’s the age a wolf is able to sense their mate Well I’m also finally able to leave home I plan to leave for college in August so I’ve been working overtime to graduate early . I can’t w

But whoever it was, I guess I’m thankful that they did throw this heavy metal lighter in here. Examining the zippo lighter in my hand whilst walking back further in the dark cave – it was a new lighter. It was still shiny and from the weight of it, it still has fluids. I turned it around and there was one letter engraved on it – a knife was probably used to engrave the letter in the zippo lighter. C.