Burning Hot Novels & Stories

Sharon The heat was insufferable. It had come out of nowhere, blasting through the city and melting everything and everyone in its path. It had even reached all the way out to the suburbs, stifling my entire life. As if it wasn’t bad enough with the lock down, now we had to suffer through unbearable heat on top of it. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive the rest of the summer. I was already covered in sweat. I could feel it trickling down my spine and falling between my butt cheeks.

Aeliana's POV I wake up burning. Not the feverish kind of burning that sends you reaching for aspirin and cool cloths. This is something else entirely. Something that starts deep in my core and spreads outward like liquid fire, pooling in places that make my breath catch and my thighs clench together. What the hell?

The explosive force shoots, consuming my car in a wild fire and slams me into another vehicle. My back hits hard on the metallic build, head slams the ground with a loud bang. The last thing I can see and feel is blood and the burning heat of my car being engulfed in flames. The screams of everyone including Sasha, deafens me. The heat violently moving to me is intense, burning hard as hell. I feel my skin squeeze and almost melt away. My scream for help dies off in my throat... I give up, drowning in the rage of the hot flames.

The heels were resting in my lap like a heavy weight of shame. "If you're not going to wear them," Tucker said sharply, "then give them to Shelby yourself. That can be your apology." He slid the shoes toward me with quiet contempt, as though my hesitation merely proved my ingratitude. "Shelby's always been kind enough to overlook your little games," he added. His tone was sharp and unforgiving. "She won't hold it against you." Those elegant heels now felt like sharp knives digging into my heart. Every burn on my legs throbbed fiercely. They were a brutal reminder of his cruelty.

Not when my body had to go through so much pain for it. "Say it," he commands as he slides back into me. He remains there, not moving, waiting. He already knows I'll give in. Bastard. "I want you. I want everything," I all but whisper. But it must be good enough, because it gets him moving, fucking me like a man crazed, his body crashing into mine, making that fire grow again. His hands move, one going in between me and the floor to wrap around my throat, the other going to my clit. His hand tightens on my neck at the same time that he begins rubbing my clit. I buck, crying out as that fire swells to dangerous levels in me. Each thrust makes the heat expand, spread until every single part of

Panic rippled through the crowd, but not a single person stepped forward to help. While holding my breath, I pushed through the chaos and loosened Oliver's collar. "Wake up! Don't fall asleep!" But his pupils had already gone dull. He was too weak to respond. Suddenly, a still-burning cigarette butt droppped nearby and reignited the lingering hydrogen. In an instant, flames shot up toward the sky, and a wave of scorching heat slammed into us. Screams erupted around me. In the chaos, I was shoved and trampled, my wrists and ankles swollen and throbbing.

CALEB'S POV My skin felt like it was being scorched from the inside out. Sweat beaded on my forehead, rolling down my neck and pooling in the hollow of my collarbone, but I couldn't cool down. Every breath I dragged into my burning lungs tasted like ash and liquid fire. "It's hot," I whispered, the words barely escaping my cracked, dry lips. "God, it's so hot..." Before I could even register the heavy, echoing thuds of boots slamming against the reinforced door outside, the room’s entrance splintered with a deafening crack.

Sage wakes up feeling hot. He jerks up straight on the bed, his hand instantly shooting up to his neck where his mate mark lies; it hurts. His whole body burns. There’s a strange, intense feeling shooting through his veins; every part of his skin burns as if he’s set on fire, his breathing is ragged, and his chest heaves, with his forehead beading with sweat. Shit! Sage is going through a heat. The mate mark must have pushed him into having an early heat.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

The intense heat of the generator core singes my clothes as Leah drags me closer to the hissing, unstable magical engine. Waves of blistering, superheated air wash over us with punishing force, instantly baking the moisture from my skin and turning the space around the primary thermal core into a raging inferno of synthetic doom.