Fiery Little Thing

by Avina St. Graves

“I don’t want to be your enemy. I don’t want to be your friend. There’s only one way this ends.”

“For you? I’ll burn it all.”

“I’ll never be with you,”

“You make it sound like I was giving you an option.”

“You don’t have any idea what you do to me,” he rasps. “Oh, I think I do. And I could make you so much worse.”

“Hate me all you want, Blaze. But I could never hate you.”

“And where were you?” I roll my eyes. “Getting rawdogged in the English Department.”

The amount of fucks she dont be giving is iconic as fuck

I told her that it was always her, and she will always be the one for me. If that were a lie, my first time being intimate with a woman wouldn’t have been on an examination bed.

holy shit. I fucking called it. Holy. Motherfuckery. Fuck.

She doesn’t want me as much as I want her. She won’t turn the world upside down for me like I would for her. I would turn this earth into cinders—strike a single match and set this horrible world ablaze—if she asked me to. I’ve accepted all this because everything would be worth it as long as she feels something other than hatred toward me. She didn’t love me last week or right now. She may not even love me a decade from now. But I will be wherever she is, even if she doesn’t want me. Man will always follow the light where there is darkness, and she is fire. The world is cold and empty without her.

He ate with that inner monologue

“I went to McGill’s office three times in three days to tell him it was me.”

Oh.

With every word, her expression falls more and more until her eyes drop to the tattoo on my finger, and mine go to the ring around hers. “You confessed?”

AWWWWWWWW MY HEART CANT TAKE IT NO MORE

“Everything I did, I did it for you. Staying back a year. Leaving my food on the desk for you to take, or buying your groceries because your grandfather/Whitlock Senior forgot to. Letting you pawn the watch I borrowed from my dad to buy a new bed because you slept on the floor after your mom took yours. Asking my brother for money three years ago just to buy the coat you always wear. Writing all of Kiervan’s college assignments. Doing his bidding for the past ten years. Changing your locks. Fixing your window when the latch wouldn’t close. Your house. Being here. I did all of it for you. And you know what, Blaze?”

Oh. My shit.

“I would do it all again for you.”

“And yet, there is nothing in this world that will keep me from being by your side. Dead, alive, or somewhere in between. I was there for you before. Then once everything is said and done, and you’re looking for someone to hold your hand or be your gun, I’ll still be there.”

I told you once, your death is mine, Thief. If anyone makes you cry, then their death is yours. I just need

My breath catches when he kisses my forehead. “As my batshit crazy woman wishes.”

Fuckkkkk thats romantic

Throughout my life, I’ve faced so many things I didn’t deserve—things that shouldn’t happen to anyone. If there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that I do not deserve this man. I don’t deserve the way he makes the pain go away. I don’t deserve how he looks at me like he

“I know what I want.” I swallow, touching his hand to make him pause. “I want it all to burn. I want it so the only thing they have left is the clothes on their back.”

“I am done paying for the crime of my birth.”

It’s time those men reap the consequences of their actions. No matter the cost.

Alexa, play Labour by Paris Paloma.

“I told you, Thief. If you want a fire, you just need to ask.”

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. There’s not a word in the English language that could encapsulate just how stunning she is.

I’ve never been a man of God, but I would get down on my knees and worship her until the day hell takes me. She’s radiating feral energy, and I want to consume every last drop. The best part? She’s all mine.

Blaze raises her middle finger, where a black sapphire ring sits proudly against her black gloves. “What do you think of my new ring? The previous owner didn’t take care of it very well.” “Give it back.” She looks good wearing me.

“I’m like a fucked-up Cinderella.” “Are you going to turn into a pumpkin at midnight?” “Really? A ginger hair joke? What are we, in middle school?”

This is the girl I fell for. Not the fiery hair or the blue eyes, but the explosive personality. Filling a whole place with her presence. Throwing jokes even when exhaustion lines every inch of her silhouette. As long as she has room, my girl will always burn. But no fire lasts without someone giving her the things she needs, and she’s been slowly dwindling out for years.

The moment makes me pause. She’s smiling. She’s smiling at me.

The klepto grabs a fistful of my shirt and burns her stare into me as she says, “If anyone touches you, I’ll rip their ear off with my teeth.” Satisfaction ripples down my spine as my brows lift. I always knew she’d be the jealous type. “Why the ear?” Blaze gently tugs me down to her lips. “They don’t get to touch and hear you speak too. I don’t like knowing you talk shit to someone other than me.”

Sighh this makes me so happy

At one point, Blaze gets up in the quarterback’s face when he accidentally bumps into her. He opened his mouth and promptly closed it when he saw me behind her.

The entire night is filled with her starting fights and stuffing my pockets with all the items she’s stolen while simultaneously complaining that I should have gotten her a dress with pockets.

Couple goals

Her jokes are fucking horrendous. So is her dancing. Her singing? Next-level terrible. And I still wouldn’t change a single thing about her.

“I know how your pussy tastes. What you feel like when you come on my cock. That you prefer fast over hard. How you look when you squirt, and the way your legs shake after I fuck you. I’d say we’re beyond friends.”

Fuck. Talk about vulgarity posessiveness.

The princess treatment has well and truly gone to my head, because I place my hands on my hips and wait for him to carry me again. Independent young woman, my ass.

I was wrong to think that I didn’t deserve a prince. They simply were never made for me. I don’t want the prince. I want a villain.

Me to babes.. Me fucking too

He sent two guys to the hospital for me? Blew up a building as a birthday present? Now he’s helping me murder a man and making me my very own weapon to do it? And here I was, thinking that chivalry was dead.

“One more thing.” Kohen stops me mid swing with a hand on my arm, then drops down onto his haunches in front of McGill. “I did burn down her house, almost killed Elijah for touching her, then blew up the Science building because I wanted to impress her. And you see those nails in that bat? I put them there for her. You once asked what Blaze is to me. She’s my vice. My fire.”

I take a moment to admire my very own fiery little thing:

TITLE MENTION!!!!!!!

“You haven’t just marked my brain, Blaze. You’re forever engraved into my skin.” “What if you make me come undone and find nothing there that you want?” Brushing my lips over hers, I say, “I’ve seen all of you, and you wedge yourself deeper into my soul every time I see more.”

I stop breathing entirely when she stops writing the letters across her chest. There, written in the remnants of my vice on her skin, is one name. KOHEN‘S

“You always have been. It’s not something you’ve ever had a say in. Blaze and Kohen.”

Blaze is mine. She finally wants to be mine.

It will probably still hurt tomorrow, the day after, and maybe even months from now. But she’ll get through it, and I’ll be there every second of the way. Nothing will separate us.

Brotha please please please dont jinx it

you think you can just order me around?” “Yes.” God, she’s fucking right.

“Maybe I haven’t made it clear to you; I will hunt you down to the end of the earth just so you don’t feel alone for a second. I will find you, even in another lifetime. If you’re in hell, then I’ll burn willingly. My soul is yours, Thief.”

Smiling internally, I drop down onto my haunches in front of her and pull down her bottom lip where the word KOHEN’S is inked in black onto the soft skin. The part of my soul only she can reach comes alive, pulsing and vibrating as I read it again. Red lips. Copper hair. Blue eyes. She’s my fiery little thing.

“We split up. Steer the fuck clear of Jonathan. I shut up, behave, and haul ass out of here. You come back with stacks of green sticking out of your underwear. Then we sail off into the sunset.”

Fuck im nervous for them

I didn’t deserve her before. I don’t deserve her now. Even once I’m dead, I’ll still fight to be worthy of her. I’ve captured and locked away everything she’s ever offered me so I can be buried with it; every time she places her trust in me, or smiles in a way that lights her eyes and softens her shoulders. I’ll keep it all with me. Always.

“Blaze. I’d leave everything behind just to be with you. I have, and I’d do it again. I loved you when we were kids. I loved you when you framed me. I loved you nine days ago. And I love you now. Nothing is going to change that. As long as you’re there, I will always be alright.”

FINALLYYYYYYYY

“We’re going to burn the Whitlocks and turn you into the queen of the ashes. And together, we’re going to make the house of the Osmans fall.” Raising my knuckles to his lips, he plants a gentle kiss on the unblemished skin.

He doesn’t get to fucking die. There’s still so much we haven’t done. So much he said we will do. He promised me a trip to Bora Bora because he wants to see me lounging around in a bikini all day. He swore we’ll get a house of our own, and I can get a cat with an absurd name who I’ll train to do random tricks. We’re meant to go to the woods three days from now and start a bonfire. We have tickets to some stupid sci-fi movie that’s had him geeking out for the past month. Kohen’s meant to get his degree and get into medicine. He’ll keep saving people because that’s what he does. He’s meant to go old and gray, and we’ll be the couple everyone hates at the retirement home. He needs to know that I love him more than anything else in this world. That I would give it all up for him too.