We Loved Like Fire, And Burned To Ash の小説・ストーリー

as her? The fire roared wildly inside the large, rusted drum, consuming every invitation card and souvenir that had been crafted with love and care. The red and yellow sparks danced, devouring every piece of evidence of the wedding they had planned for a year—a reflection of the devastation within Adeline Fathia's heart.

Because beyond the pain and the shadows, there was life. The fire that burned within us, insatiable, untamable, but also carrying hope. And this time, we would let it guide us together. THE END

A man’s hand pressed against a door, trying to break it down. Then fire. Always fire. And Elise screaming, “She’ll burn for me. She’ll burn brighter.” The vision broke. Yvette was on her knees. Beside her, Tristan had collapsed. “I saw your childhood,” he gasped. “But it wasn’t yours. It was the version the Ash wanted.” Cara stood tall now. It wasn’t her voice that spoke next. It was many. All using her mouth. “The flame was never yours to hold. But you carried it. You named it. And so it will wear your name into ash.”

"Did you tattle on me? How would my mother know what's happening here when she's overseas?" "Your mother forces the family doctor to give me fertility shots every month, making my life miserable. I never contact her voluntarily." His expression softened slightly. "My mother was wrong to do that to you." Then he added curtly, "But stay out of everything else." Thunder rumbled outside, making me shudder involuntarily. Ever since being burned by fireworks, I'd become terrified of loud sounds. Ethan's eyes flickered, and he was about to reach out to hold me.

"No, wait. That'd mean she'd get to benefit from your powers, too. I don't want that. I'd rather see her burn up in the heat, crawling at my feet and begging me to save her." I couldn't help smirking bitterly. Sometimes, I truly didn't know what I'd ever done to deserve her hatred. She couldn't stand the thought of me being happy and would rather suffer herself. Still, I had to admit—she and Snowviper were a perfect pair. The two of them were rotten in the exact same way. Her eyes lit up suddenly, as if she'd been injected with pure adrenaline. She wiped away her tears, forced herself upright, and said, "Give me the phone. I'm calling Megan. I wanna hear her beg while she cooks alive."

“That fire didn’t destroy us, Lucy. It connected us. Maybe that’s why I could never let you go, no matter how hard I tried.” Lucy’s lips quivered into a soft, tearful smile. “And maybe that’s why I always felt safe with you, even when I wanted to hate you.” He leaned in, their foreheads touching, breath mingling. “Then let’s stop running from it. From us.” She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “No more running.” Outside, thunder rolled across the horizon, echoing the fire that had once bound their souls. But this time, the flames weren’t meant to destroy.

I would paint a hundred more stars in the sky if it meant he nevers burn out. We some how found each other and fit together with a ust neither of us had experienced before. People say opposites attract, but I knew it couldn't last long. Fire and ice could never last forever. Soon enough he burned out and I melted. It was bound to happen. BUt here we are again, like we were sent back a few months in time. And once again fire and ice will coexist with as much star crossed passion as before, if only a few breathtaking moments.

Could the pain he felt as he slammed his head against the filing cabinet even compare to the pain I had felt when I suffered from an episode? All the love and regret that came too late would only comfort the abusers. I scoffed and went to the next chapter.

“We consumed it. We burned it all. And we burned together. Twisted devotion… that’s what this is. And it’s perfect.” I trembled, pulse wild, letting it sink in. Twisted devotion. Dark, dangerous, obsessive. And completely, utterly us. The fog rolled back, revealing the city lights like distant stars, but we didn’t move. Danger could wait. The past could wait. Only the fire mattered. Only the obsession. Only each other. I leaned into him, breath mingling, pulse racing, and whispered, “Then… let’s never leave this fire.” “Never,” he murmured, dark smirk curling, fingers tangling with mine. “Because once you’ve burned this deeply… nothing else matters. Only us. Only fire. Only obsession. Twiste

Soon, that same fire would consume Ashmoor. I could almost hear the screams already, rising on the wind like a promise. I raised my glass toward the horizon and whispered, “Burn, Kael Draven. Burn for the girl you love… your free ticket to death.”