We Loved Like Fire, And Burned To Ash Novels & Stories

Everything she allowed herself to believe in crumbled at her feet and turned to ash by the fire. The one luxury she couldn't afford was to trust in someone, Melissa was the exception, and yet somehow he persuaded her to gamble. She threw her heart into the pot and went all in on the man swearing his love for her, and now that too is turning into coal in her chest from the smoke she breathed in. “It hurts.” She cried out softly. Ash looked around at the flames that only grew as they devoured the bed and moved across the carpet. Curses were muttered left and right as he looked to see if he could stop the fire but the flames had grown too big and taken over too much.

Tired of being frozen. Our parents were shocked beyond comparison. They sought out Florence but she was nowhere to be found. They tried everything possible to break the curse but it was useless,not use at all. The spell she cast upon us was remarkably strong that no sear, Wiccan or Voodoo practitioner could break. Our parents have grown tired and weary so we decided to move out and travel across the land.

The taste of his mouth was like fire, igniting a flame deep within me that burned with an intense passion. With a fierce determination, I began to strip away our clothes, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Athen's hands were everywhere, running across my body, pulling me closer to him as we lost ourselves in the moment. The hut was filled with an electric charge that seemed to pulse through the air with every breath we took. Our bodies moved with a desperation born of a passion that had been kept at bay for far too long. Each time our skin touched, it was as if sparks flew between us, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.

The fire twisted, coiling tighter, until every beat of my heart echoed with hers. I stumbled back, refusing to accept the inevitability she pressed into me. “I am not you,” I whispered hoarsely, though the flames swallowed the sound. My reflection in the fire wavered, splitting between my own face and hers, merging, blurring, until I could no longer tell where Selena ended and Ashara began. The shard glowed brighter, pulsing with a hunger that seemed to savor my fear.

Just a few lines. *I was the flame you all feared. I was the ember no one claimed. But I chose to burn anyway. *And beneath that, scrawled in a child’s messy hand: “We’re still burning. For you.”

Alice said “No I’m not” Alice scoffed “As if I’m daft” She muttered and turned to another side There was silence again until they suddenly heard a weird sound They both moved close to each other quic-kly and three evil spirits appeared at a time. “Freeze one,,I will burn two” Kingston whispers and Alice nodded The spirits tried to attack but then,,Alice and Kingston both stretched their hands to them at once Kingston burned two at once which immediately turned to ashes,,The third one was frozen as well

And when I sink into her wet heat, fireworks go off behind my eyes. And they keep going off. I scythe in and out of her, every thrust a life-changing indulgence, every kiss a new promise. Mine, the monster roars. Mine, only mine. Mine forever. And Tom’s in here somewhere still, knowing it’s not right, but I can’t stop the wolf. He gets what he wants, and he wants Jasmine. She has no chance in hell of not being claimed tonight. Mine, mine, mine.

The onl‍y sound is the wind whistling through brok‌en steel. Finall‍y, he sighs. “If he’s‌ o⁠ut there, we’l‍l find him. But you can’t‍ burn yourself out waiti⁠ng.” I s⁠ha‌ke my head. “I’m not waiting.” My vo‍ice trembles. “I’m surviv‌in‍g. For him.” --- That nig‍ht, I dream of fire again. Bu⁠t thi⁠s ti‌me,‍ I see something‍ else—an⁠ ima⁠ge burned into my mind. Damon’s hand reaching for mine throu⁠gh smoke.‌ His voice echoing in the dis⁠t‍ance:

My hatred towards this entire goddess-forsaken pack has grown exponentially. Ares has been roaring in my mind the entire time about how we are going to burn this pack down to the ground. And you know what? I’m already contemplating where to get the gasoline when I get out of here.

Tamara walked back to him, slid the drink into his hand, and whispered, “And in the end… we disappear, right? With all the money?” He raised his glass. “To the big escape.” She clinked hers against his. “To luxury, lies, and leaving losers behind.” They both drank, sealing their dangerous little pact with a smirk. For them, love was nothing. Lust was a tool. And money? That was the only thing worth staying loyal to.