Burning Hot Novels & Stories

Even if I did try, it would only relive the hurt and the pain that we went through together. I still hadn’t forgiven him for what happened to us. I still carried that grudge for all that was worth and I don’t know when I would ever get past it. "Cool. Is he old and decaying?" I joked. She laughed with a shake with her head."No, he's young. And hot." I cocked my eyebrows. Hot? Really now."Hotter than me?" She rolled her eyes."Gah. Boys and their hotness." "PANDORA! WHERE THE FREAKING HELL ARE YOU?!" someone screeched from the top of their lungs. God, that was worse than nails on a chalkboard.

Riley's POV The burning was fading. Not all at once, not with a sudden snap, but slowly, like a fire dying down to embers. For what felt like an eternity, I had been trapped in a hazy world of heat and confusion, barely aware of anything but the relentless warmth that consumed me from the inside. Now, that heat was still there, but it was gentle, almost soothing. It was like a warm blanket instead of a searing flame.

Pain shot through my body as I landed on a sharp rock, and I felt warm liquid begin to seep from my forehead, my arms, my back, and my knees. In the direction of the car, I heard the faint crackling of fire and, turning my head, saw the car smoking. Trying to fight the pain that coursed through my whole body, I muttered an 'I will live mantra,' as I forced myself to crawl far from the smoking car, my limbs shaking like they were going to fall out through my skin with every inch. As I dragged myself through the nearby trees,I could only think of one thing, that very mantra, and... Dashiell.

The heat in my chest intensified, and I found myself loosening my tie, feeling a surge of burning desire. Fck. I’m burning. “D-doc...” Her voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned to look at her, my expression clouded with anger. I couldn't fathom how she could be so reckless as to allow herself to get burned by the hot coffee. But my frustration only intensified when I felt the burning sensation within me, a relentless reminder of the desire I couldn't act upon. Damn it.

I look at my chest once more, but there is no visible wound. Where is this pain coming from? I feel someone turn my head and am met with Kira’s concerned face. I can’t hear what she’s saying with Cerberus howling in pain. I squeeze my eyes shut as I force another scream out, but it is silent as I have no air left in me. I inhale sharply, but the air burns like fire. My entire body is on fire, but the heat has never affected me, so why am I so hot why does it feel like my body is burning?

Kai chuckled under his breath as he ruffled my hair. "Movie? It's scorching hot out here" Kai motioned to the door. "Kai Anderson, are you about to take me into your house and ravish me?" I whispered. sarcastic. Kai looked at me like I had gone crazy. "Oh my god yes Wren, you're so freaking hot and I can't wait to spread you on my bed and do unspeakable things to you." He teased. "The new episode of High girl is out and I know you'd have my head if I saw it without you, so this is me being the best best friend in the world"

I need to get back to the palace, now, but I can’t leave Roxy. I push myself up, forcing my legs to work, and immediately stumble, collapsing back onto the ground as a wave of heat explodes in my core. A scream escapes from my lips, scratching my throat as the sound echoes inside my mouth. It’s too hot. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, like the heat is spreading through my veins and burning everything in its path. Everything burns and I can’t think straight. “I’m hot,” I whimper. “Why is it so hot?”

Not natural. Not contained. Devastating. A dragon. Massive. Winged. Burning like the sun itself decided to take form and descend. My men don’t even have time to scream. The fire hits them. Consumes them. Erases them. Gone. I move. Fast. Barely avoiding the second wave. Heat slams into me anyway. Burning. Tearing. I land hard. Roll. Come up on one knee. Breathing heavier than I should be.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

Already mine. I crawled up her body like a predator, slow, deliberate, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as my hand found her throat. My grip was a promise: I could take your air if I wanted to. "Then who for, hm?" I purred, my breath hot against her skin. "Because we both know Kaden couldn’t make you drip this fucking much even if he tried." My fingers slid down, two of them parting her folds with a wet, obscene sound. "Look at you. You’re flooding the sheets like a bitch in heat."