Burning Series Novels & Stories

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

he mocked. “Well… it’s too late now.” He uncapped it and began pouring the fuel in a slow circle around her chair. The sharp smell filled the air quickly. He grabbed the lighter and flicked it on. The tiny flame illuminated his twisted grin for just a moment. Then, with a swift motion, he tossed it into the trail of fuel. Instantly, fire erupted, wrapping around Serena. Heat licked at her skin, smoke curling into her nose and throat, making it hard to breathe. She gasped, coughing violently, panic rising as the flames crept closer.

If she saw me zoning out one more time, she’d definitely start bugging me. We kept walking, and Veronica was her usual chatty self, typical Veronica, always rambling about milk tea and romance novels. She can stay up all night reading those love stories, but when it comes to our class textbooks? She’s already yawning by the first page. We were already inside the milk tea shop, I had my drink in hand, but Veronica was still at the counter, arguing with the server about the quality of the sugar used. A few more minutes passed before she finally wrapped things up and marched straight over to the table where I was sitting.

A performance they hooted at. But Kai’s eyes never left mine. I froze, caught in his gaze like prey. His mouth moved under hers, but his eyes, his eyes, told a different story. There was no heat there. No hunger. Just that quiet, burning challenge. You started this, baby girl. You started this. And now you’re going to watch. A beat passed. Then another. And something low in my belly pulsed, heat blooming in a place it shouldn’t. It was messed up. So, so messed up.

The air in the car is too hot, too heavy and too much that even opening of the door does nothing to soothe the burning inside. I feel like my body is on fire. Their attention always burns me up and I love every second of it, it's all I've ever wanted…all I've ever needed. “Jennie you must be really tired, you look wrecked” my stepfather says as we step out of the car and I am being supported by my stepbrothers to stand straight.

The others tried to respond, but panic shattered their formation. The forest erupted. Flames danced along the floor, blackened leaves curling as smoke spiraled upward. Serena moved through it like a ghost of wrath, limbs fluid, senses stretched, every movement a symphony of survival and vengeance. She struck before they could regroup, each attack precise, a terrifying ballet of fire and fury. By the time she paused, the ground around her smoldered, the air heavy with the scent of scorched earth and singed flesh.

Jenny’s body trembled as she crouched behind the broken pew. The sound of footsteps echoed through the church, slow and deliberate. She could feel Ethan’s grip tighten on her wrist, his breath warm against her ear. Whoever had entered was searching for them. Her heart pounded so hard she feared it would give them away. The steps moved closer. Ethan pressed his lips near her ear. “Stay quiet,” he whispered. Jenny barely nodded. The silence stretched, thick with tension. Then, just as suddenly as they had entered, the footsteps retreated. The heavy church doors creaked shut, leaving behind an eerie stillness.

Was this how I would die? Tristan would think it was deliberate. He would think I was so angry that I burned down his house. The thought of Tristan's misunderstanding hurt almost as much as the fire's heat. I prayed desperately, "Why would the door jam at a crucial moment?" My body felt weak, my mind dizzy. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't tell what it was. The smoke was disorienting, making it hard to think or breathe. I tried to link Tristan, but my wolf was docile. I began to suspect I was inhaling more than smoke. I knew I would die in there, so I mustered my will and energy and tried to link one last time. "Tristan, help me," I linked him.

Still burning. But now by choice.

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