Books Similar To The Hot Zone Novels & Stories

Her dainty little white ankle socks and red Nike trainers complete her outfit, giving her a sporty and sexy look. Samantha let out a satisfied sigh as she remembered the intense hot yoga session she had just completed. Her body was still tingling from the heat and her skin glistened with sweat. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and a familiar feeling of desire and need began to stir within her.

But Natalie changed that. “Very different,” I tell her. I tell her I might be a demisexual but it’s odd that I felt drawn toward her despite no emotional connection. That’s unusual for a Demi. “Ohh, I know what it is...” My eyes turn bright, hoping to find some new information. “It’s like those ‘Mate’ things we read in werewolf fantasy..” she says with enthusiasm. I grimace immediately. “Don’t you dare compare my life to that cringe!”

She could feel the magic spreading — into her breasts, down her spine, even into the sensitive skin behind her knees and along the back of her neck. By the time she turned the fourth page, every single letter in the entire library had become an erogenous zone. The simple act of remembering the title of any book on the shelves made her clit throb. Reciting the Dewey decimal system in her head made her nipples ache. The tentacles celebrated her total corruption.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

Brixtius turns and starts walking down the corridor; little Eurydice ran down. I follow him down the dim hallway. I immediately glimpse at the paintings on the wall. Mostly the scenes are of the gods, playing havoc on Olympus. There are some paintings of everyday life. Men and women are working the fields, eating the bounty of the land, and enjoying each other's company. What grabs me the most is the vivid colors and lifelike detail. It saddens me to know these pictures will soon be destroyed when Vesuvius blows her stack. As if the thought disturbed the sleeping giant. The walls and floor start to shake. The tremor only lasts a few seconds, but it's enough to spur me into action.

The controlled collapse of her will beneath mine. The sun rises, gilding the edges of the curtains. The library, its silent books, its smell of knowledge and dust, waits. It will wait. For now, there is only this room. This warmth. This endless war of which we are the sole soldiers, the sole witnesses, the sole vanquished and the sole victors. And the terrible, exhilarating vertigo is that in consuming her, I feel, each time, something within me burning too.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

And she knew that the girl beside Zon was Cassy, because of the way he smiles, it was an enormous and remarkable smile! They went inside the library and Cassy paused as she glances at the place! She didn't know why does it look familiar! It was because the library that Zon constructed was completely similar to his private library from the world he lives in before! Every detail, every corner, the color, and the style, the cabinet, and the heights were rigorously analogous to it! Except for the books that were set on the shelves! "What do you think?" Zon asked her and she glanced at him.

A half-smoked cigarette dangled between my fingers, the glow between my curled, stiff fingers the only warmth in the dimly lit sala. I took another long drag, letting the smoke sear into my lungs before slowly blowing it out. My head was a battle zone, images of deception flashing like gunfire: Victor and his sneer, poisoned wine, and the audacity of men who believed they were more clever than me—better or more worthy of what I’d earned in blood and steel. The business world was a more deadly version of an unloaded pistol with the safety off. Deals sealed with a handshake could explode like grenades. Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim

When the extreme-heat apocalypse arrived, surface temperatures reached 158°F, and the first group of people began moving to Frostpoint Base. As a scientist, my wife had two spots to bring family members with her. Everyone thought she would take me without hesitation. But in the end, she put the name of her graduate student on the application. "He's my student, and he doesn't have his parents with him. I can't bear to leave him alone in a place this hot." She submitted the application without a second thought. Her next words chilled me to the bone. "Ethan, you're different. You've been tough since you were a kid. I know you can survive until the second group is evacuated." I forced a bitter s