Book Slow Burn Novels & Stories

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

I cut her off before she could say a word after she took my words as offense. “Touche,” she replied, her voice steady but laced with a hint of defensiveness. “What kind of help will you offer?” she questioned. “A help that you won’t be able to resist,” I muttered smugly as I brought out an old and worn-out book from my coat pocket and showed it to her. It is the book that I acquired from Beta Alek, the one that he entrusted me to burn. However, after reading its contents, how could I bring myself to burn a valuable book such as this?

Damon I went back home immediately, my mind racing with several thoughts and ideas. Mrs Romano told me there indeed had been a book, containing what our actual duties were. It was fascinating that I hadn't heard of it all. Dad hadn't said anything about it in all the years and I knew for sure he knew about it. Then the story of the book getting burned, it was quite convenient if you asked me. The book getting burned and this increase in hunting vampires. Why hadn't we been taught about it in all the years they had been teaching and showing us? I knew there was no way I could ask dad, especially with the warning Mrs Romano had given me.

“What is it?” "'Burned for Her' by some Estella Grey. Your fans sent it." He picked it up again, showing me the cover. A woman with auburn hair and green eyes stared back at me. "They said the main character reminded them of you." "Auburn hair and green eyes?" “And a fire that won’t go out,” he said, flipping a page. “There’s a line I liked.” He read, “‘She wasn’t afraid of the dark. She’d been living in it so long, she learned to make it beautiful. To turn her scars into constellations and her pain into poetry.’”

--- Burning Empire Chapter 1 Matteo’s heart hammered like a drum as he slipped through the crowded streets, clutching the small leather pouch tight beneath his coat. The city buzzed all around him — neon signs flickering, voices shouting, music pounding from nearby bars. But Matteo barely heard it. All he could focus on was the pounding in his chest and the sharp, cold weight in his pocket. This was it. His first real score.

Jacqueline’s POV Allison and I had been sprawled on her couch for hours, pretending to care about the romantic book review playing on TV. The set was drenched in soft gold lighting, all pastel backdrops and floating petals in the corners of the screen. A poised host with hair so perfectly coiffed it looked like a helmet was dramatically reading out a passage about “the moment two souls recognized each other in the quiet of chaos,” while her co-host nodded with exaggerated solemnity, as if they’d both just witnessed a miracle.

I took Ava and ran. We had seconds. Fire alarms screamed. Men shouted. The house went into a frenzy, and in that chaos we found the service exit we needed. Metal clanged. Feet pounded. I shoved Ava into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared. The shadow in the doorway watched us leave. Isabella lay on the floor, the files scattered like a cemetery. She looked up. The bullet had not killed her. It had cut deep. Her eyes were steady now. “Burn it,” she told me, voice thin. “Burn it all.”

"No, Fola, you're....." "No interruptions please!" She stated in plain and stoic tone and that shut my flare up immediately. "She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally.

As soon as I heard the female voice, the book in Kassidy's hand burnt. " Oh my god...Ahhh," she screamed and threw the book before her hands burn in the fire. It burned brighter in a greenish-orange colour and turned into ashes within a moment. We all looked up to see who did this. A young girl in a sexy black top and short skirt stands in front of us. There's a spark of the flame slowly vanishes from her hands. There's another girl in a red top and black jeans next to her. They both have a long nail painted in black and red colour. They look sexy as hell in hell.