Tear Of Fire Novels & Stories

“I love you.” Rebecca smiled as she kissed her lover’s forehead before she stared into his green eyes. “I love you Noah.” I hissed in pain as the sounds of crying and screaming, the smell of fire burning a building as I heard Rebecca screaming Noah’s name. I could see everything Rebecca saw as she watched her house with her husband inside burning to the ground unable to do anything before a sword stabbed her from behind. I could feel the pain, the sword sinking deeper and deeper in her body as it punctured every vital organ as blood dripped from her mouth while tears escaped her eyes.

The sweet girl seemed to be in love with Clinton since after that day they met at the club, love at first sight. The movie they went to see at the cinema was a very popular movie, Fast and Furious. It was at Sage Cinema they went to, one of the very famous cinemas in the town. As they stepped in, they got a space to stay very comfortable and dimmed. Shortly, the movie started showing as they enjoyed the interesting actions the movies portrayed. An hour and thirty minutes of the movie had gone by, Alexia was already feeling tired and sleepy not withstanding the fact that the movie show was boring. She rested her head on his body as relentlessly gummed her body to Clinton’s. Clinton found his

Rose was listening to the teacher who was teaching them trigonometry, she already knows it but she is using it to distract herself from the two lovebirds sitting beside her, she wish her mate accept her, she made up her mind to go see him after the class and ask why he doesn't want her and then she will accept the rejection but suddenly she was starting to feel uncomfortable again in her seat, all she could feel all over her body was a burning sensation, she is feeling a great pain all over her body and she kept shifting in her seat, everything was starting to get blurry she tried to mind link someone cause she could not talk even to call the lovers beside her but she was too weak to do so.

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.

But it's not sweat—it's blood, seeping from my pores as the fire consumes me from within. Then the tearing begins. My skin splits open—arms first, long jagged tears that run from shoulder to wrist. Then my stomach, my legs, everywhere at once. It's like invisible knives are filleting me alive, peeling back layers of skin and muscle to expose what's underneath. I scream until my throat goes raw. Until I taste copper. Until no sound comes out at all. "Soon, you'll be with me, my love." Ava's voice drifts down from somewhere above me.

I hated to see those tears in beautiful her eyes. "This is going hurt like hell " I said sympathetically as I see fear wash in her teary eyes..She raised her hand to cover up her mouth while the other grabbed tightly on the corner of the couch..I wished there was another way but unfortunately there wasn't..So hesitantly ,I split few drops of alcohol from the aid kit on her wound..She flinched hard ,a loud cry escaping her mouth..Fuck ,I wanted to hold her and comfort her but I just couldn't do that, not when I was still so sane at least...

The fire burned into my lower stomach, creating a blaze that needed to be fed and if not I would explode. “Oh, God Colt I need you"I moaned out digging my nails into his shoulders. I was so close, so so close. He trailed over every inch of my breasts, kissing them like he would my mouth with lips and tongue and teeth. His fingers slipped out of me, pulling wetness to my clit, and when he pushed them back in, that was it. I almost cried out infact I could feel the taste of my tears as pressure burst into tingles and flame. My veins burned up like a line of shooting flames of light behind my eyes.

Fire. As I closed my eyes, tears teetered on the lids, and my lips burned. The liquor scorched everything in its wake. From my tongue to my throat, the heat left a blistering trail all the way to my stomach. And then the fire dimmed. Warmth radiated to my fingers and toes, leaving me calmer than only moments before. Karen took the glass from my hand and asked, "Would you like another?"

Her final weapon. One video. One lie. One truth twisted enough to shatter everything. “Let’s see how much love survives this.”

Rosalind was unusually quiet that night, playing the part of a devoted spouse. It wasn't until the third course arrived that she suddenly said, "Do you know what a marriage certificate looked like, Mr. Stevenson?" Before Peter Stevenson could even reply, Rosalind pulled ours out of her handbag and tore it into pieces in front of everyone. "Just like this." She scattered the pieces over the table. "As long as I'm happy, I can tear it apart anytime I want." The private room went dead silent. A scrap of paper clung to a slice of fatty tuna, making an absurd, grotesque decoration.