Tear Of Fire Novels & Stories

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

She screamed against the rising roar, pulling at the tape, but she couldn't move. The flames grew higher. And Grayson stood in the doorway, watching. "GRAYSON!" she screamed. He tilted his head and smirked. Then he turned and walked out. The door slammed behind him. The fire crawled up the walls. The ceiling cracked. The smoke thickened, black and suffocating. Tessa pulled at the tape. Once. Twice. Three times. It wouldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe. Grayson was gone. And she was alone, every second drawing her closer to her end.

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

That they are leaving their mark upon their chosen mate, sharing strength and memories. Maybe I shared too much strength? That might explain why I felt so out of it after. I remember pulling back and looking down into his eyes. There were tears in his mocha eyes. It was strange to see tears in his eyes or any man. I don’t even remember seeing involuntary tears in his eyes while he was treated for the burns.

“It has to be done Amelia, we can’t risk you getting an infection” Tears welled in my eyes as again a sharp pain went through my body, starting at the large wound on my head. I felt all my muscles begin to spasm as I desperately tried to control or at least hide the pain. Quiet whimpers escaped my mouth as I held my lips together tightly and I heard Abran sigh. I closed my eyes again and laid still for what felt like hours, finally my eyes open with tears streaming down my face to Abran kissing my cheek softly.

Tears overflowed my heated eyes again. He tensed, “Oh, no. Are you crying again?” worry laced his tone. I buried my face further on his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. He patted my back, “It breaks my heart to hear you cry. It feels like I’m getting burnt alive. Stop, please.” He pleaded, ripping my torn heart even further.

“Before this, you were just the girl sent to kill me. But girls like us, we survive through whatever means necessary. I survived through silence and practiced smiles and you through your daggers and violence. There’s no shame in either.” The words cut through Ilana, sharp enough to cut through the suffocating armor she’d built around her over the years. She felt the itch of tears in her throat, pushing past the violence and the nausea and the shame until it was the only thing Ilana could feel. “Watch the door,” she said. “Once the guards are gone, we’ll leave.” She walked over to the other end of the room, her back to them and the tears fell. Like the fire within her taking shape.

He smiled showing a full set of his teeth. “Why?” My voice breaks, the hurt coming to the surface as tears cloud my tear duct threatening to spill. “Stop crying when you hurt, I hurt too.” His fingers caged the tear from my tear lid. “I hurt without you and hurt more when you tear up. Don’t cry because I’ll burn this world into ashes, a sullen mud of pitiable debris if one more tear slid down these pretty blue eyes of yours.”

A beat dropped through the speakers, and before I could run or throw myself out the window again, Kai grabbed the remote mic and started belting: "You are… my fire..." His voice cracked. Horribly. I burst out laughing so hard I nearly fell off the couch. “Oh my God, stop! You sound like a dying goat.” He pointed the mic at me. “Join me or suffer eternal shame.” “Im already suffering eternal shame!” But I was laughing too hard to say no. So I grabbed another remote from the coffee table and stood up dramatically. "Tell me why" I screeched, totally off-key.

Either way, the fire had been real. Every deep thrust down her throat. Every tear on her cheeks. Every drop of him inside her. Every quiet gasp against glass and leather. It was everything.