The Fire Inside Flamin Hot Novels & Stories

My heart was soaring, my hands trembling with the thrill of creation, and I could not stop speaking, words tumbling out faster than I could even sort them. “Damian, can you believe it? Fire as a theme, dancers spinning like flames, colors bursting like embers on the plates. Oh, the flavors we could weave into it—smoked paprika, charred citrus, saffron glowing like molten gold. I could design a menu that makes people feel they are breathing in fire and swallowing light. And dessert, Damian, wait until you taste the dessert I am already imagining. It will be like ash and sweetness colliding in a single bite.”

Dominic's P.O.V The flames roared higher, closing in like the jaws of a predator. Sweat poured down my face, evaporating almost instantly in the intense heat. My skin felt like it was cooking, blistering under the assault of Ignatia's fire. Garrett and Luna pressed close to me, the three of us huddled in a circle that grew smaller with each passing second. "Choose," Ignatia commanded again, her voice the crackle and snap of burning wood. "Which of you loves her enough to die?"

“Come with us, flame. Now.” They shattered me a third time, Zephyr burying deep and spilling hot inside me with a broken groan, his hips jerking as he flooded my pussy. Kalyx followed seconds later, aiming for my open mouth, his release hitting my tongue in salty bursts that I swallowed greedily, the rest streaking my chin and chest.

Ember is dressed in fire-forged armor, standing over my chained body. “You were always too soft, Bastion.” She says. “Too foolish and self-centered to see what I really needed.” The same man stands behind her, arms folded, looking like a muscle-bound god. “You want me to kill him, Flame?” She smiles “No. let him rot. He was never worth my time.” The vision faded and I screamed, not out loud, my dry throat couldn’t handle it. But inside, where it counts. Where she wants it to hurt.

The fog was alive, swirling around me, and I realized with a jolt that this was the blight itself. I had to do something. I reached deep inside myself, searching for the power I knew was there. The flame of Hestia, the gift that had been passed down through generations. I could feel it flickering inside me, waiting to be unleashed. With a deep breath, I let it out, allowing the warmth to spread through me. The fog recoiled, hissing as the flames began to burn it away. But then I saw it—a figure, monstrous and twisted, surrounded by the fog. It turned its hollow eyes on me and let out a bone-chilling scream. “Leave!” it roared, its voice echoing in my mind.

hot. And pay attention to "hot" there, 'cause it's not just any type of hot. It's broiling-blazing-roasting-flaming-baking-steamy hot—igneous hot. The kind of skin blistering fire i felt on my hands after i assisted Mumsi in rinsing those shiny chili peppers she grinds to add to the moi-moi to give it colour. Yeah, that's about it. I've never been to an actual party, but any three year old will know a-making-sense-party when he sees one. Ok, pause. Hold that thought for a second, would you.

As the little bell on top of the door rang out a sweet tune, both Lani and Blake twisted around expecting another package but were instead faced with Jax' angered face. "Jax? What's wrong?" Lani asked. "The feds, they're here." "What?" Blake said with his face etched in confusion, "What'd they want now?" "They're here to snoop around, they know about the fire and they want to know what happened," Jax spoke in a bored tone. "What? The fire that happened nearly a month ago? I call bullshit," Blake laughed as he placed more paint in Lani's hair. She giggled shortly before returning her attention back to Jax, "He's right, there's nothing to investigate," Lani added.

*** James The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my chest, each beat a violent, relentless thrum that threatened to deafen me as I pushed through the choking smoke. My eyes burned, but they were fixed—locked—on Katniss. There, in the center of the inferno, her body motionless, consumed by flames that seemed to have a mind of their own. The fire wasn’t just destroying the house; it was alive, vicious, almost as if it were taking revenge, as if it had been waiting for this moment. The orange and red tongues of flame reached hungrily, devouring everything they could touch, twisting and flicking in every direction, daring anyone to come close. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was her.

She put out the hellfire on her hand and tried to pat out the flames to no avail. His skin burnt away and his flesh continued to disintegrate, but he kept on a relaxed smile and explained how it works. "Hellfire is the hottest fire there is and is often used for torture. It has intense crippling heat but kills a person very slowly. Like what's happening now. Oh, but it won't harm you. It recognises its creator." She looked at his hands where bones were starting to get exposed. The fire also seemed to move up to his wrists. "You can explain those later. Don't you want to extinguish this first?"

why does my flame keep getting higher and it feels like I'm burning within dangerous desire? T O B E C O N T I N U E D...