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

It's like you're in the fire, crying out, jumping for help, trying to find a way out and no matter how hard you try, you still can't break free. Burning in the hot flame, till nothing is left of you. "Then, you know it's not for you and you move on. Hoping to see something better ahead" Ashley's voice was soft and low. Like a spark of wave that hits on her skin softly. "And, you can't know except you try" She pours water into a glass and drinks it.

Rose was listening to the teacher who was teaching them trigonometry, she already knows it but she is using it to distract herself from the two lovebirds sitting beside her, she wish her mate accept her, she made up her mind to go see him after the class and ask why he doesn't want her and then she will accept the rejection but suddenly she was starting to feel uncomfortable again in her seat, all she could feel all over her body was a burning sensation, she is feeling a great pain all over her body and she kept shifting in her seat, everything was starting to get blurry she tried to mind link someone cause she could not talk even to call the lovers beside her but she was too weak to do so.

"Pleasure..." The fire crackled and snow continued falling as we lost ourselves in the perfect synchronicity of our passion. Each touch, each kiss, each whispered word of devotion reminded me that this - us - was something unprecedented. A love powerful enough to reshape destinies, dangerous enough to command empires, and tender enough to heal even the deepest wounds.

It was a moment of raw honesty and unspoken promises. As our lips met in a tender kiss, the flames of our love were reignited with an intensity that took our breath away. It was a passionate embrace that spoke of longing, longing that had endured the test of time and separation. In that single, electrifying moment, we knew that our love was worth fighting for, that it was a flame that could never truly be extinguished.

“The fire never dies. It becomes the light we follow. And as long as we remember, as long as we love, the darkness will never claim us.” She tilted her head back and howled. The sound rang high and clear, a song of gratitude and longing and unbroken hope. One by one, the pack joined her, their voices weaving into harmony—fierce, aching, joyous. Their chorus rolled through the valley, across the forests and rivers, into the waiting sky.

Liam is really handsome and charming. "You… why are you treating me like that? You mistook me for Ariel - your girlfriend?" Liam shook his head, showing no sign of remorse or guilt. It's the first time someone has made him feel so good… even his dead girlfriend - Ariel doesn't make him feel so infatuated! This girl… had seduced him, made him fall in love with her. But surely, he will never love her. Liam coldly walked over to the bed, took a pill, gave it to Sylvia, and loudly ordered.

My heart was gradually splitting apart, I felt stupid and at the same time I felt betrayed by Mr Chancy who I had trusted with my sister's safety. I shut my eyes too her words biting hard on both my upper and lower lip. My heart were clogged with tears. I could feel this burning sensation in my chest, my heart was about to explode. I felt so miserable, maybe it was best that I never knew the truth. I rubbed my face shaking my head constantly I really did not want to believe that I have lost my precious sister to the clutches of death but no matter how hard I tried to fight off this anger in my chest, this pain that was consuming me, I couldn't.

She abandoned me completely, just as decisively as I abandoned her. Every day, I experience the agony of her death. Suffocation. Burning. Despair. This curse is her final gift. A permanent, burning reminder of what I did. I crave death, but death is a mercy I don't deserve. "Marina... I'm sorry... I love you... I really do love you..." I cry into the empty air, but only the cold walls answer me. An arrogant sinner like me doesn't get salvation. Even oblivion is a grace I am now denied.

“Only when you accept what you hate in yourself, when you let hatred and loss tear you apart, then the flame will come. Until then, you will remain ash.” Aurora took a deep breath, her body trembling. Her red eyes sparkled as she lifted her chin. “Ash is also dead fire.” Ashkar smiled slightly. “Ash is the beginning of fire.” Aurora closed her eyes and raised her hand. She felt her heart beating so loudly that it seemed to want to leap out of her chest. The heat rose quickly, a shock to her skin. A spark danced at her fingertips. For a second, it existed. And then it went out.

Later, we learned we were meant to be each other's arranged match. He had said more than once, "Lucky it was you. I'm sick of those fragile dolls who only think about girly things and faint at the sight of blood." I was happy too. I thought I had found the perfect partner who respected me. Happiness faded into a blur. When things came back into focus, it was the day of blood and fire. Simon looked down at me, his face splattered with the blood of my crew.