Book Slow Burn Novels & Stories

“And you’re going to hate every second of it.” My hand found her waist fingers digging into bare skin through the open back of the dress. “You’re playing with fire, Carino.” Her breath hitched just once but she didn’t pull away. “Then burn with me,” she said softly. I stared at her chest tight, cock already half-hard under my trousers, rage and hunger twisting into something I couldn’t name. Yvonne cleared her throat, laughing. “We should go. The car’s waiting.” I didn’t move.

"You thought you were going to take us down? You thought your little boyfriend was going to wake up and save you? He doesn't even know you're alive, Hannah. You’re nothing but a memory he’s already deleted." Daniel grabbed the ledger from the sofa. He held it up, a cruel smile on his face. He walked over to the fireplace, grabbed a lighter from the mantle, and clicked it. "No!" I screamed, trying to lung forward, but my leg wouldn't let me. "Daniel, don't!" He held the flame to the corner of the pages. The paper caught instantly, the fire licking at the black leather. He watched it burn for a second, then tossed the flaming book into the grate.

"A woman like Lila is so hard to come by. Aaron's been paralyzed waist down for five years, and she'd been caring for him for all five years without a complaint." "She even got her hands all blistered up trying to save Aaron from the fire today too!" "Exactly. And really, what was Aaron thinking? He's already paralyzed waist-down, and yet, he still insisted on cooking in the kitchen. He nearly killed himself doing just that!" At that, I felt the blood in my body run cold. Delilah had put on a very convincing act. It was so good that, if I hadn't lain in the fire and overheard everything she'd discussed with our daughter, Dakota Bradshaw, I would have thought that her acting was real and been

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Burn for him, burn for you, gods, I love this chaos. My eyes fluttered shut as Kaiden’s palms slid up my sides, slipping beneath the thin fabric, heating my skin like fire chasing lightning. My breath hitched. I bit my lip, voice turning breathless with every inch he claimed. “People will talk if we burn the stew again.” “They already talk,” he said, turning me in one fluid motion.

I just had to hold on until they found a way to break me out. They would find a way to break me out. Damien would. The thought had barely settled in my mind when the first wave hit me. It wasn't nausea this time. It was heat. It started in the marrow of my bones, a slow, creeping burn that spread outward like liquid fire through my veins. I kicked the heavy duvet off, gasping as the cool air of the room hit my skin, but it wasn't enough. The fire was inside me, consuming me from within.

In the end, I couldn't take it anymore and rushed into the fire department with a bouquet of roses. I yelled into the megaphone, "Jared, I like you! Marry me! I'll keep standing here until you come out and meet me!" After a long time, he finally came out, surrounded by his team members. He walked up to me and accepted the bouquet of roses, but he rejected me. "I appreciate your feelings, but I can't marry you." I asked him tearfully, "Why? Do you not like me at all?" "No." "Then, why? Tell me! At least give me a reason!"

Once I open the book and see the picture, something in me changes. In the photo, she is smiling with a man’s hand on her waist. The man is also smiling but his smile is confident, like he's holding a prize. The image burns deep into my brain and awakens a primal feeling within me. I can feel my pulse beating in my ears. I slowly lift the evidence in my hands so Zara can see and once she notices what I'm holding, she freezes. “What is the meaning of this,” I ask in a deadly calm tone.

Instead of going home she decided to go to a bar and drink all her sorrows away. At the club, She completely lost all composure. She took one shot of tequila after another as the thought of her selfish father popped up. She felt so much remorse and hate. She continued to take more shots as she nodded her head following the beat of the music playing in the background. She got very drunk such that she couldn't do anything other than lay her head down on the table "Ms Benson, are you alright", asked Ashley as she rushed to check if Joy was ok.

I slumped in the chair and stalked the movement of his hands with my half-mast gaze. "Destroying what should have been destroyed years ago." With those whispered words, he brought the dancing flame to the cover of the book. Flames licked around the edges, blackening the pages until they withered and became a pale white. The ashes trickled down like the beginning of snow on a blistering winter night. Snow. Such a pure element to think of under such circumstances. Snow resembled a blank slate, new beginnings. Maybe this could have been what this was if I had burned the damn book the moment it landed in my possession.