The Fire Inside Flamin Hot Novels & Stories

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

Storms would stand still and wind would cease. The more the world attacked her, the fiercer her gaze was, like Fire, or a cracker. Like a Firecracker.

she asked as I headed out the bedroom door. "Just to wash my hands, wouldn't want to get that on any sensitive areas by accident." I headed to the kitchen, and used liberal amounts of water and soap to rid all traces of the fiery substance. "What is that stuff? It's really getting warm." she called out to me. "It's call Atomic Balm. It's for sore muscles. It gives a deep penetrating heat that should help." I answered as I reentered the room. "God, my ass is on fire, I think you used way too much, it's really burning." She was wriggling under the intense warmth permeating her ass cheeks.

She slurped that thing down like it was a cup of jello and not the plate of inferno that it was. "Are you ok?" I ask, finally getting back my ability of speech. She gives me a thumb up, her lips still wrapped around the carton of milk. Her lips leave the mouth of the milk with a pop. "What was in that shit? Hellfire?" I fumble through the dustbin, fishing out the empty pack and reading the back. Manufactured by... Blah blah blah. My face blanches as I go over the line I just skimmed past, making sure I read it correctly. "It is considered one of the hottest noodles ever. A raging ball of fire. Advisable not to use all the pack of flavor in it." I let it slip through my fingers and back into

I smile while motioning for them to get out. “King Kantrell Torri, a pleasure to have you here” he says with a hand shake, the men around him look calm but I can sense the uneasy tension coming off them, I’ve gotten use to it over the years, it’s the strong aura Lycans have and me being a King makes mine that much stronger. I look over at his Gamma a little oddly, “smell that Seus?” I ask in my mind “hell yea, what is that?” He says curiously. “It smells weird, like there’s the faintest hint of red velvet cake in the air” I say back, “maybe he likes cake Tor” Seus laughs back, only my wolf and closest friends and family call me Tor.

Ben finally found the sack of seeds stored in the ship’s hold and brought it to the deck, where the dragon stood. They were a fascinating flower seeds and had to make sure that they were kept away from any exposure to rain. Extraordinarily, these plants wouldn’t flower in any season. Water could even damage their seeds. Only one element could make them thrive and bloom - dragon fire. Therefore, they were given the name fire dandelions.

I toss it in. The fire catches instantly, a whoosh of heat and light engulfing the Maserati’s pristine interior. Flames lick at the leather, climbing higher, hungrier. I step back, watching as the inferno consumes it. The heat radiates against my skin, but I don’t flinch. It’s poetic, almost beautiful. A perfect representation of his ego burning to ash.

Every time the flames flicker, I get a shot of adrenaline that intensifies everything I feel. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. as he felt the heat sear his skin, but his grip on me only tightened, fueling the fire between us even more. The danger of our passion only added to the intensity of our connection, making us both crave more of the exhilarating rush. Our searing embrace's seductive charm is only enhanced by the risk. We are both overcome by a primordial passion that burns inside us, and I can't help but lose myself in the moment as the heat of the fire encompasses us. A scorched hug is forged between us as the sound of the crackling flames fills my ears, creating a symphony of want. We are danc

Ignatius roared, his mechanical arm swiveling to reveal a built-in flamethrower. "Back! Get back!" Phineas shoved Clement toward the secret passage behind the tapestry. The room erupted in fire. The heat was a physical wall, singeing Phineas’s hair. He dove behind a heavy marble table, rolling and firing. Pop. Pop. Pop. The silver rounds sparked off Ignatius’s reinforced chest. "Is that all?" Ignatius laughed, stepping through the flames. "Look behind you, you tin-can piece of shit!" Lucian yelled.

Adrian looked at struggling Sila and growled seeing the fire caught her body. Adrian, not caring about Dmitry’s condition, pulled him up before walking to Sila’s body. His eyes burned seeing her burning bloody skin. He hit her side with his boot multiple times to douse the fire. Sila screamed once again when his boot connected with her burning skin. “Cover her up and bring her with me. She shouldn’t die. No fucking way! I haven’t even used her in any way! Get her!” He growled before striding towards the car while Dmitry behind gestured his men who pulled trembling and crying Sila up and dragged her with them with disgust filled eyes seeing her body. Sila could only see the burning building b