Burning Low Novels & Stories

“You are burning up.” Minah froze for a moment.

“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

My heat wasn't just a burn; it was wildfire and he was the only one who could stand in it. ‎ ‎Lucien let out a slow growl and cupped my jaw, tilting my head as his lips brushed mine. He sucked on my lower lips and his hand brushed my skin upwards. ‎ ‎"You're burning up," he murmured. ‎ ‎"So do something about it," I dared. ‎

"Larissa, actions have consequences. Rita's been slandered by you over and over. For just two pieces of skin? You're getting off easy." Then he poured the entire bottle down my throat. The burn spread like wildfire through my stomach, leaving behind a numb, suffocating heat. My arms flailed weakly in the air. I had no strength left to resist. Shaking, I begged in a trembling voice, "I was wrong… please, just don't hurt the baby…" Something flickered in Milton's eyes for a split second—hesitation, maybe. But then he looked over at Rita's tear-filled gaze, and his expression turned to stone.

I connected my phone and let the screen glow to life. For a while, I just scrolled—Instagram, texts, mindless nothing—filling Jade in on my apparent life sentence one message at a time. Her rapid-fire responses came through in all caps and rage emojis, which only made me snort softly into the quiet room. Eventually, though, the weight of the day caught up to me. My eyes burned. My fingers slowed. The screen blurred as my eyelids drooped lower and lower, each blink lasting a little longer than the last.

Someone played with fire and I would assure that they would get burned into ashes. #TBC

Even though I was standing it was still there. ''What is wrong with me?'', l questioned myself and my reasons for a moment why I was burning badly between my legs. Then it hit me. I have encountered this situation before. The burning ,The need. The craving. The desire to experience the intense pleasure over and over again. The want to release the orgasm until my body became sore and satisfied. It was heat.

Once again, you've shown me how low some people will go! Mrs. Zeller spat at him like he was something disgusting. "You heartless jerk! Don't act like you know me! You got your mom killed, didn't even show up for her funeral, then took off to be with your precious 'first love' for some farewell moments! Your mom sure had bad luck with a son like you!" Joshua froze. "What are you talking about, Mrs. Zeller? Did she pay you to put on some ridiculous act?" "Act, my ass!" She put her hands on her hips and chided him, "How the hell did a fool like you even become a firefighter? Do you realize that when Rue divorces you, you'll be the only one left in your family?"

My throat felt raw, and when I tried to speak up for myself, all that came out was a harsh cough. Brianna rushed in, crying her eyes out. She practically threw herself into Caleb's arms. "I just had another nightmare, Cay. I dreamed I was burning alive in the fire. I'm so scared…" Caleb's face, which had just started to soften, tightened again as soon as he heard her.