The Fire Inside Flamin Hot Novels & Stories

Kai’s lower lip trembled and I brought the flames up again in the palms of my hands and they both stopped and looked at the flames. “You like this, don’t you?” They were transfixed by the flames. We’d been in the clearing for an hour and I started walking back up to the house with them. They would get hungry soon, I kept the flames dancing on my palms as I walked up the patio and saw Adara busy with dinner. I forgot for a moment that she hated me and that I was angry with her. “Look what they can do!” She turned at the excitement in my tone but her eyes held annoyance.

I sat down on the chair and cleared my throat before the pianist started the keys for ‘Light a Fire by Angela’. “Loneliness, you’re tied around my wrist,” I sang and slowly stole the attention of the audience. I sang passionately as I stared into Derek’s eyes and smile. “Oh, I was born to break these chains, like a spark before the flames; watch me a fire, fire in my soul. Yeah, I can feel it in my bones, like a dream ready to explore; watch me light a fire…” I sang smoothly. The moment I was done, the people were cheering as Derek smiled and drank his Negroni with a satisfied look.

I scream out stand letting my hot wings fall to the floor. Beckett King, the hot firefighter I work with is the guy I fucked in the bathroom stall in the club two months ago. That explains why he looked like he saw a ghost when he saw me last week. Why did not I recognize him as soon as I saw him? How much did I drink that night? That was one of the best nights I have had ever actually. I stare at my hot wings on the floor with a pained expression on my face. those were fucking expensive.

she said as she folded her hands. I thought about it and realized she was right, I managed to do that without even realizing it or even trying to. Damn, I was good, I was impressed with myself. Just when I was about to respond to her accusation the intercom sounded and the dispatcher spoke. “Ambulance 27, Truck 78, Squad 66, Engine 72. We got an electrical house fire at 3289 warren street” The intercom went off and all the firefighters who had just come in from the apparatus bay not too long ago were making their way back to the trucks along with June and I. “Don’t think we’re done here missy, we will be circling back to this conversation later” June said while hopping in the driver's side o

Regina must bring the heat…the flame. Clint pulled back. “If you don't want to, it is fine.” I bite my lip. “I want to, but it feels different.” He smiles as he rests his forehead on mine, “Oh that. It will slightly because our dragons amplify our emotions as well as project theirs through us.”

It didn’t vaporize; it *ignited*. Purple flame, cold and malevolent, erupted from the stove’s mouth, engulfing the skillet, Leo’s hands, and Dominic’s arm up to the elbow. It burned with an eerie, silent intensity, consuming flesh and metal alike. The smell wasn’t smoke; it was ozone and charred meat and something deeply, biologically wrong.

I knew about the flambé cart in the kitchen and had hoped she would use it. She melted her butter and added her mixture and nuts, making a nice caramel out of it, then adding in her bananas and the rum; using the pan to swirl it all together. She brought the ingredients to the edge of the flame, catching them on fire. The whoosh of heat was felt on the table, and I was truly taken with her then. Her face in the flames was that of a warrior, someone who could watch the world go up in flames alongside me. She began to slowly pour the finished product over the ice cream, but her face looked more flushed than before. She swayed a little as her breathing became more labored.

Now she wants to go there every day, and I am afraid that she will fall. Besides, it is still cold outside, and I do not want her to get sick. There is still snow on the mountains, but the cabin is nice and warm. The cabin is very cozy. I like it that way. There is a nice fireplace and warm. We stay in front of the fireplace all night. I have made a bed for us on the floor, and I have made us some food. Claire is still amused that I can cook. The cabin is well stocked, so I can make anything I want to. I ensure that clear its healthy.

The fire has transformed into deep, stable embers, dangerous in a different way. I already know that what comes will be even more demanding. Less spectacular. More intimate. More risky. And yet, curled against him, my body still marked, my soul astonishingly calm, I have never been so certain of one thing. I am exactly where I am meant to be. THE END

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.