Touch Of Flame Novels & Stories

By the Flame. Because of the Flame he had done horrible things. And because of the flame touch....desire....happiness didn’t exist for him. Brandon’s existence was riddled with the truth of agony. Everyone’s pleasure had always been derived from his own pain. Every touch had ended in wretchedness. He was an affliction. The Flame was a disease that would infect and kill....it wanted to use him to kill. And at times he found it hard to resist. Like in that moment. With the flame released out of his body....a small flicker remained. A small ember that would never die, but somehow it sizzled Brandon up inside like a ragging inferno.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

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...

“Backup plan? What are you talking about?” “The morning that your husband—Yuichi, took you, that day Flame nothing happened to us. And to the women Flame brings to his room. Nothing happened to him and the women. Let’s just say that Flame just let his dick touch women to remove her lust somehow to prevent herself from doing what you didn’t want to do with him. Flame prevents himself from intercourse with other women because he only wants you to have intercourse with him, but you never give him a chance.”

And I drown inside her with no intention To come above for salvation. She shines as bright as the moon. When she comes for me with a moan Once our souls became one I realize A Flame can be of course. Fettered by the honey. He sang the song ‘You are my FLAME’, the one he said he wrote on the night with me at the lake house. I was a bit shy and blushed, listening to it but I managed by clapping excitedly once he finished singing the song with his beautiful, smooth, silky voice.

He smirks, tracing his thumb along my lips. I shudder when his smooth palm makes contact with my thigh, sliding up. "W….what are you doing?" My lips tremble as the question slips out. The way my skin burns at his touch is strange and the burning sensation that feels within me causes more confusion. Why am I vulnerable to his touch? "I can smell the rejection all over you." He sniffs as he kisses my nape and a moan leaves my mouth before I can control it. The heat intensifies and my wolf's thuds are relentless.

One day, when we were drinking together, he reached out to cup my cheek for the first time. Under the moonlight, as his lips slowly moved toward mine, I shyly closed my eyes. But the kiss I awaited never happened. When I opened my eyes, he had disappeared. After that day, he rejected all of my calls and attempts to reach him. He refused to see me, even when I went to the fire department. I was lost. Every day, I waited at the entrance of the fire department just to see him and ask him why he was being like that. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses.

She could feel the impact, the pressure of it hitting something above her skin, but she wasn't getting wet. Her eyes immediately flew open. What Callie saw made her breath catch in her throat. The fire around her had changed. Instead of just burning freely, it had formed a thin, almost translucent layer directly against her skin… so close it was like a second layer of clothing, but made of flame instead of fabric. And the water from the waterfall was hitting that layer and bouncing off. Just like it had been doing with Elder Nicolas all this time. She looked down at her arms, watching in amazement as water droplets hit the flame-layer and rolled away like rain on glass.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

Blaze entered, closing the distance between us, his arms wrapping around me, a spark of forgiveness and love reigniting. "Never leave me," Blaze whispered, his eyes locked onto mine, kissing me with tender passion, He kept his promise but had to taste my lips, and I wanted his so desperately, Then I heard Flame waking for her feeding, His eyes flew to her, he held her while I got comfortable in bed, then he handed her to me, watching her as she latched onto my nipple, he smiled. "I know you only did what you had to do to keep Flame safe," he whispered.