Touch Of Flame Novels & Stories

"Stop showing a child such dangerous things." "It's just a flame old man!" Roman retorted. "Flame!" Dante extended his arm, gazing excitedly as a gold flame enveloped in a dark force burst from his palm, shocking everyone. "Oh my goddess!" Tiana cried out in shock. Ramona continued to blink slowly as she attempted to make sense of what she was seeing. "Turn it off, Dante." Caspian charged up to him and snatched him into his arms. "Yes, papa." Dante said innocently, the strange eerie flame fading from his palm.

"These flowers are for you, Grandaunt Cassie and Aunt Rosie." When I saw how happy Mom looked, I regretted not bringing her home earlier. She'd been subjected to insults and mockery with Dad, but at home, she was Grandpa and Grandma's pride and joy. We had a lively meal. Uncle Brad turned on the TV to watch the news. Just then, a breaking news report came on. "A villa belonging to the Gray family accidentally caught fire. Gray Corporation's CEO and Shaw Group's heir are burned after trying to put out the fire."

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

She was hoping for him to say something, but he never did. "I guess you're right," Ahankara smiled back, before sighing. "That's just how fate works." She looked at Yashvir with tender eyes and a soft smile. "Flames, no matter how dangerous, always seem to be drawn towards roses." - - - - - -

The closer she came, the more it seemed to flicker with life, bending as if acknowledging her. She finally sat in front of the table, gazing at the flames; then just something flashed. She blinked her eyes… once, twice. Yes! She had seen something… No, someone in the flames. She is crazy, not blind. Tamina was so fascinated by the fire she didn't take notice of something. The finger she had pressed into the fire—raw and red only moments ago—was now smooth. The flesh bore no burn, not even the faintest redness. It was as though the flame had never touched her. Her finger was completely healed.

"I… I didn't know!" "Declan," I said evenly, "if you order your warriors to stop the men carrying the stretcher, it might not be too late." But before he could react, one of the warriors came running back, panting. "Alpha! As ordered, the body was thrown into the incinerator at the waste plant for fuel." He straightened, almost proud. "I even waited until she was completely reduced to ash before returning to report." Declan's knees gave out. He hit the floor.

"If I had a wife as gorgeous as you, I'd never let her get so lonely that it made her sick." Whether it was his seductive, honeyed words or his expert touch, I felt a fever rising in my blood. My cheeks flushed, and when I turned my head away, damp strands of hair clung to my cheeks. I didn't even realize that his words alone were giving me a rush I'd never felt before. Dazed, I looked up at him, waiting for what came next. Liam stood and reached for a jar of white cream. As he rubbed it between his palms, he said, "The essential oil was just to get you relaxed. Now, I'll begin the real treatment.

But to them the word sibling didn't really call out to them. Mury laughed getting closer to Mona. "I remember how we came about the name. So much that it still burns right here" she revealed the scar on her arm. That had been caused by her burning herself as a child. She cried at the time unable to compare the pain to anything else in the world but her two flames had an idea to help her with the pain. "You both came up with it as if it had always in my minds. Flames because they hurt like shit but together they create this magic about them. Like right now we're getting warmed by it but we get close we will get burnt. And we burn for each other like flames. Nothing can put us out. Not

It's a breathtaking sight, one that fills me with awe. As I watch in amazement, Loic enjoys my awed reactions, a smile playing on his lips. The fire engulfs his arm, a shimmering veil of warmth and light, and my concern bursts out. "Loic, be careful! The fire...it could hurt you!" He chuckles softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Isa. Fire cannot harm me, I was born from the flames." With a wave of his hand, the flames dissipate, leaving his arm unscathed without a single blemish.

My thumb caressed the silky skin of her cheek. “Let’s get a handle of this, and then we’ll give you what you desire,” I promised her. ***** IMEELA Damn my mates for having the uncanny ability to torment me, turn me on, and make me want to combust without even being touched by those talented hands. Instead of focusing on my throbbing pussy, I turned my attention to using the flames. Thankfully, the key to accessing the flames was my blood. All I had to do was pierce my skin. It was like flipping a switch on. The incredible warmth of utilizing them filled my entire body with an intense heat, but it was comforting instead of panic-inducing.