Burning Low Novels & Stories

Caution, your body fat is thinning! "Thinning?! I’m about to starve to death in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, you know!" Bima glared at the virtual screen that only he could see. "Do you want me to die skinny, huh?!" [System Suggestion: Maintain an ideal Body Mass Index (BMI). Nutritional deficiency can lead to the 'Muscle Weakness' debuff and 'Terminal Chronic Singleness.'] "What do you mean 'chronic singleness'?! I haven't been single since birth just because I'm skinny!" Bima hissed. "Okay, maybe a little because I was scrawny in middle school, but that’s in the past!"

It hurt. Not in one place but everywhere. Heat surged through me, wild and out of control, burning through my veins, my bones, my blood. My body didn’t know what to do with it all. I clawed at the earth, fingers digging into dirt, trying to hold on to something, anything. I couldn’t see or think. I couldn’t stop it. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting not to disappear, not to let it take me under. Please. Slowly, the spinning eased. The burning softened into something deeper, no longer tearing me apart. I sucked in a breath. My chest was rising and falling as the world stopped pitching beneath me.

Though I was pissed, all I wanted was to stop this burning sensation I was feeling. "You sound so desperate to get yourself fucked." He poured me a liquor while pulling my chin up. "If you miss your pussy being wet, just tell me, and I can make you get bent over. Stop all this drama." He mocked. I released his leg and staggered up. I had very low iron, causing my head to spin for some seconds before I could stand properly.

I clarified in a gruff. He grinned at me, although weakly. Amidst the fact that his roguishness was still intact, at least with his weak grin, I know that he was still not feeling his normal self. For the meantime, he becomes my patient and that means I ought to give him TLC in words and in deeds. “Well now, as far as my first aid knowledge can give me, burn wounds are supposed to be dressed with a low-adherent dressing with antibiotic effect. Yours is still not covered. Do you want me to?”

The burning sensation spreads across my chest, making every breath a struggle. I thrash and scream. Shouting out to the moon goddess to swoop down and save me. My arid throat cracks, becoming painfully sore. As the fire chars deeper, my eyes flutter, and the view of my surroundings flickers in and out. The walls of the fire compress my air. Oxygen depletes and I gape like a fish out of water. Cold and distant, the world abandons me. As existence slowly dwindles, my heart tightens, leaving me in perpetual hollow darkness.

The burnѕ аnd the mаrkѕ, I trу tо рuѕh thе picture аwау again, but іt’ѕ hеrе with mе. As I crouch оn the соld linoleum, I wаnt tо cry for Gеоrgе and Brenda, аnd fоr thоѕе boys. I lеt thе feelings wash оvеr me аnd thе urgе tо drіnk is so ѕtrоng.

"That's not a game. That's real. That's us. Burning each other alive." He kissed me again, swallowing my whimper. His hand moved lower, skimming over my belly, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my leggings. His touch was burning, tracing the soft skin of my hipbone, moving irresistibly lower. My breath caught, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. I was trembling, clinging to him, lost in the storm of sensation he was awakening.

Grace My body was burning from the inside out. Every inch of me felt heavy, and weak. My throat was dry, and even breathing felt hard. I tried to move but the moment I did, a sharp ache crawled through my muscles. It was useless. I couldn’t even lift a finger without feeling like my body was punishing me for it. I sighed softly, trying to ignore the pain and the fever burning beneath my skin. Moonlight brushed my face, but I lacked the strength to turn away or pull the blanket over my eyes. I just lay there, drained, too exhausted to care about anything.

"What do you mean 'burn'?" I sighed, not wanting to tell him, but then I realized he should know. Maybe knowing might deter him from ever wanting to be one. "You feel like you're whole body is burning at the stake, but from the inside out. It feels like fire is spreading throughout your whole body and you beg for someone to kill you, but no one will. Then, the fire fades and becomes manageable until it finally fades away ... and you wake with an insatiable thirst that never completely quenches."

“Can't you see it? You’re beautiful and delicate and smart. You’re an excellent nurse and an amazing mother. What the hell can you do with me? People see me and avoid me. I always have to be careful with what I touch because sometimes I don't measure my strength and I end up breaking things. I barely managed to finish high school and was accepted into the academy, precious. I…I don't have much to offer you, Natalie. I’m a firefighter whose income is just enough and who needs a second job repairing and selling houses so as not to end the year in the red. My life revolves around work, Natalie. I don’t have much free time.” “I don't want you for your money, Kane,” She murmured with a frown. “An