Book Slow Burn Novels & Stories

She quickly moved over to the table where his laptop and books were kept to drop the tray. He was running out of patience with her sluggishness. He quickly stood up from where he was sitting and walked towards her. She could hear his breath from behind her. “I make orders and you do them instantly, " he commanded. He took the whiskey, opened it, and poured it into the glass, drank from it, and gave her part of it. He began to slide his hands under her dress to her panties, he took them off, and she took her dress off out of urgency to have him.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

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!

He whispered one word to himself. “Firewall.” Then he walked toward the light. ~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “There was never room for love in our world. So we carved it into the spaces between bullets and betrayals.” “We didn’t fall in love. We folded it into the war and dared it to survive.” —Aria

"I say you’re ambitious, Blackwood. Let’s see what’s in the rations." We sat there in the fading light, a rejected mate, a secret daughter, and a King with no crown, just breathing. For the first time in five years, the "Slow Burn" wasn't a fire that was consuming me. It was a hearth, keeping the cold at bay. And for tonight, that was enough.

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

As I passed by him, his trembling voice drifted to my ears. “I’m sorry.” I nodded. “Bye.” In the days that followed, with my grandfather’s support, the company grew bigger and stronger. However, what made me happiest was seeing the legal team I founded help countless girls who had been controlled, blackmailed, driven into depression or left helpless. We were always meant to be sunflowers. Why should we ever feel ashamed of our beautiful petals? Don’t fear the stares of others. Grow boldly and live your life. (The End)

When he opened them again, his gaze had changed—still controlled, but darker and deeper. Hungry. He lifted his hand fully this time, his fingers sliding slowly along her waist, drawing her closer until her body aligned with his. Not pressing—just touching. The heat of him soaked through her clothes, sending a shiver down her spine. “You’re playing with fire,” he said softly. “Then burn with me.” His breath broke. His forehead lowered to hers—barely touching, but close enough that she felt the warmth of him, the promise beneath his restraint. She expected a kiss, but instead, Daniel’s lips brushed her cheekbones, her temple, and the side of her jaw—each touch was nothing more than a warm brea

I light the fuel with my other hand. The flames catch fast and climb through the hardware, licking around the laptop’s edges, finding the drive, consuming the server. The plastic casing warps and bubbles. Internal components glow orange, slowly deforming in the flames. The laptop screen cracks from the intense heat, the glass falling inward. Above it all, the smoke climbing into the Alaskan sky carries sixty-three names, ten years of lies, and eight years of bruises into the dark where nobody will ever retrieve them. We watch it burn. Her hand in mine. The fire reflecting in her eyes.