Wildfire Lyrics Novels & Stories

She could feel Lyra and Kaenor’s song within the hum of a thousand fires. She smiled, whispering, “Their warmth has found its way home.” ---

He stared at me for a long while before getting back up on his feet. A loud crack of thunder was heard outside the hut. The sky continued to rumble with thunder as we gazed greedily and lustfully at each other. … Neither one of us told anyone about our rendezvous in the hut that night. However, we had a nightly ritual now before going to bed every night. The chat window with my second number had now become a place for us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires. We kept video calling each other in secret at night as we vented out our school stress and turned it into sexual pleasure.

“Back to our point. If you go back, maybe that blind spot over there will start to light up.” “Back to Langham?” asked Celine in a tone that turned sardonic. “Do you know what it's like to be banished? Exiled from what I call family?” “But why did they give you that?” pointed Justin at the black envelope that Celine hadn't opened at all. “Can I guess what's inside?” Celine stared at Justin without pause, without blinking an eye as she thought; what's in this envelope.

I won't be the wife you want me to be. You want to extinguish the fire within me... Now this fire will burn you.. And if it's needed that I will be in the flames with you, but I won't be your plaything anymore... I take a shower.. It was longer than enough. I scrub my body, trying to wash away every memory of the night with the flowing water.. Every touch, every thrust.. I try to scrub them all away in the shower as I take a shower for hours before finally coming out.

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

we started to play. I hit the microphone and sing. (Zara Larsson- Ruin my Life) I miss you pushing me close to the edge, I miss you, I wish I knew what I, had when I left, I miss you.” My eyes got lock to Tagan who’s standing beside his band mates and watching us. “You set fire to my world, couldn’t handle the heat, now, I’m sleeping alone and I’m starting to freeze baby, come bring me help, let it rain over me, baby, comeback to me.”

They walked along the river and the city moved around them and the spring light came down at the angle that meant the morning was becoming afternoon and somewhere behind them Vincent was walking beside Dante saying something quiet that made Dante nod once in the way he nodded when something mattered and was being received correctly. Sienna looked at the river and thought about Rose making terrible coffee and Elena drinking hers mostly milk and two men carrying those specific ordinary details for eleven and twelve years respectively and what it meant that this Saturday morning had produced the space for those details to finally be said out loud. She thought about what Lucia had said on the wa

"You are a flame, burn them." “I can’t,” I whispered, my voice breaking. "Yes, you can." The wolf lunged. Instinct took over, my hands flew up, palms out, and a scream tore from my throat, not of fear, but of release. Heat surged through me, wild and uncontrollable, and suddenly the clearing was bathed in searing light.

Far back at the distance where we landed yesterday a black cloud darkened the air emitting from between the trees. Running I grabbed Hunter's hand. "Hunter, Look! A campfire. We are saved," I exclaimed. "Come on!" I tugged at his hand preparing to run to the direction but stopped when he didn't budge. Turning around I glanced at him to see his incisive eyes watching the smoke as if analysing something. Suddenly his eyes widened and hand around mine tightened. I frowned. "What's wrong?" "Run." "Why?" "It's no campfire, it's wildfire."

To the impossible bond burning in my veins like wildfire. And for the first time, I don’t want to run.