Book Slow Burn Novels & Stories

I pushed the door open and stepped inside. He was standing by his desk, scanning through papers. I approached him and handed him the file carefully, my fingers brushing the smooth leather cover. The moment I did, his hand shot out and rested on my elbow—but instead of the firm, commanding grip I expected, he was holding the other hand… the one that burned. My stomach twisted. Heat flared up from my burn as his eyes dropped to it. “What happened to your hand?” His voice was calm, but there was something in it that made my heart skip. Concern? Interest? I couldn’t tell.

He says into my ear with a low tone. I feel tears stream down my face. He moves his hand back to my ass and thighs. He's squeezing them hard on purpose. I can already picture how blue and purple they will get. He grabs onto my panties and pulls them down to above my knees. Then he takes his fingers and pushes them into me. It doesn't feel good at all. It burns. It burns so fucking much. The gun is still held to the left of my head. I stare down the silver barrel of it, praying a bullet will come out.

Left with no choice, I tried to key in the password instead, but it had been changed as well. My crushing sense of defeat turned into rage, and I pounded the door. "I know you're inside, Harrison! Get out here!" I kept shouting until my throat was strained before the door finally opened ever so slightly. Harrison scowled at me, his gaze making it seem as if I were his mortal enemy. Keeping his voice down, he threatened me, "Are you crazy, Vivian? Must you insist on causing trouble for me? If you insist on keeping this up, we should just—"

he said, eyes already gone dark. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Time stopped. Matteo yelled something. Lazaro’s finger curled. And I knew he was going to pull the trigger. To be continued... Chapter 38 – Burn Them All Amara The city burns. Flames eat through rooftops like hungry mouths, smoke veils the sky until the sun itself disappears. Sirens scream like dying violins. Bullets cut through air thick with the scent of gasoline, blood, and betrayal.

Somewhere in the mess, a candle lay knocked over, wax hardened against the side. Then came the image again: Cassie and Ledger, laughing, holding hands. That stupid kiss. Her fingers flicked the lighter and a flame burst forth. Then she released her finger. She repeated the motions a few more times before leaving the flame on. Her eyes fell on the book shelf and before she knew it, she was setting the books on fire. “Let’s see how perfect she looks when everything’s gone.” The flames caught on the curtains and then began to spread. There was smoke and heat.

Raven took one, struck it, and stared at the flame. It felt symbolic. It felt final. She touched the flame to the ledger, and it curled inward immediately. Fire licked up the edge of the page, consuming names and numbers and signatures. Jaxon stood beside her, watching the fire devour the past. "One page won’t save us," he said. "But it’s a start." Raven nodded. "We’ll build the rest together." The flames crackled louder. The smoke rose, curling in the air like the last of their denials. They said nothing more as the book burned, and the room filled with the scent of scorched truth.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

I'll make orders and you'll do them instantly. She was nervous, shocked, and wondered what she had gotten into. Even though she found him attractive, she didn't know it would happen so soon with dominance and power. She wants him as well, and he was irresistibly hot with his bare chest and the black pants he was in, she could see the hardness of his cock from his pants. She quickly moved over to the table where his laptop and books were kept to drop the tray.

Her lips curled into a smirk like she caught me doing something shameful. And technically, I was. Reading self-development books wasn’t exactly mafia boss material, but it helped keep the demons quiet. Even killers needed discipline. “What’s next?” she quipped. “Chicken Soup for the Crime Lord’s Soul?” I didn’t look up immediately. I couldn’t. She was already too much and it was barely 8 a.m. “It’s good,” I muttered, turning the page even though I hadn’t read a word. “I’m sure it is,” she said, sliding into the seat directly across from mine. I felt the shift in air pressure, the heat of her presence, the challenge in her voice. “Is that where you get your signature stoic glare from?”

Hello readers, I am sorry to say but, this book 'Hellbent~Denied Love have officially come to an end. I know it ended like cliffhanger. Yes, it did. But, there is a new book squealed to this. It is DANCING IN FLAMES!