Burning Low Novels & Stories

I'm here to reckon, and I can't let myself be seduced by this temptress that's somehow managed to light my skin on fire without a single touch. The rest of the evening passes without much intel to go on. It's an engagement party for Brutt, and while his second and other major players in his operation are here, it seems like no one has a loose tongue tonight. I'm sitting in the back of the ballroom, sipping on my beer as the speaker calls Brutt and his family to the stage.

He closes his mouth tight and forcefully swallows down whatever is forming inside his mouth. Suddenly, he feels an intense heat burning in the area where his canines used to be. It is driving him crazy to the point of losing his consciousness this instant. So as not to lose his consciousness, he almost uses all his strength while a faint groan slips out of his mouth. He is feeling as if a fire is constantly burning inside his mouth. His body is now lying on the title floor completely without an ounce of energy to support his body. Only the touch of his hot body against the cool tiles is soothing his pain, lessening his burn a little.

Playing with me means playing with a big fire. ****** .

“Hot hot hot” the possessed screamed out when its torso was reconnected to its lower half. It rolled around on the ground, trying its hardest to put out the fire. Although it couldn’t be killed by normal means, it still felt pain. After a few seconds of rolling around, the fire went out. But it wasn’t because of its efforts. The fire went out because Mane had broken his connection to it. Since the creepy thing couldn’t die, keeping his flames going would only be a waste of his inner energy. Of course the possessed that had the mind of a little boy didn’t think so. As far as it was concerned, the fire went out because of its efforts.

But I wasn’t burning. I was rebuilding.

Burning for her in a fire that I don't think I could be able to ever fucking extinguish, burning for her madly, crazily, yet again looking at her drop dead sexy picture was the only cure that could ignite the hate within me to that good for nothing bastard billionaire and make me want to have her to myself the more. Burning for her, even though I failed last time to make her mine, still I would never stop trying cause she, like the air was something I needed for myself alone. "MYSELF ALONE, NO SHITTY BODY ELSE." "NO...NO... FUCKING...FUCKING BODY"

There was a fire place which they made in order to keep themselves warm. All of them where seen gathered around the fire like it was a committee of witches having their meeting, planning on a mission to devour. Each of them was putting on thick article of clothing to help the body warm faster. The cold was much like it was winter. It’s a known phenomenon that areas surrounded by water are most often cool especially the cool breeze that makes one thing that he or she was about to freeze. That’s because, during the day, the sun heats hard on the ground producing heat that helps warm the rivers, then at night, the river produced immense cool breeze that helps to keep the ground cold. It exhibit

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

VEDA My lips still burned from the ghost contact with Zane’s. Even now, I could still feel the electric zing from his touch. I stood in the living room, staring through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the gray Connecticut sky. For the last three hours, I had tried to push the scent of cedar and expensive tobacco out of my mind. But every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the heavy weight of his body pinning me against the kitchen counter. Get a grip, Veda.

I listen for footsteps that don't come, neither does the door open revealing the large lug of a man that has been chasing me since time eternal. The fire before me screams for fuel as it's embers die down but I don't move to help it's survival. So it burns and flickers, fighting tooth and nail to stay alive until finally, a strong wind waltzes from the window, putting the strugggling flame out of it's misery. It doesn't take long before I become cold again and it doesn't matter how much cuddling I do, it's not enough to warm me.