Heat Waves Fic Novels & Stories

Madam Livia urged for the umpteenth time. Emeriel, too exhausted to argue, merely ignored her. She scratched at her raw arms, worried to death. Will Lord Vladya return in time? She had already seen the signs, right there. The moment Aekeira woke this time, the heat waves would come tearing through her. And if he was not here when they did… If he was not here to soothe the ache… Shaking away the thought, Emeriel moved to the tub of water, splashing her face. The relief was fleeting, barely there. Every inch of her burned. Had been burning for some time now.

to him, wiping her mouth and meeting his dark eyes. They stare back at her unflinchingly. "When I take over his empire, I'll kill you first," she snarls, hoping for a response. It works. She sees the slightest twitch before his face becomes expressionless. Good. Let them all burn. She is furious with the world. With Dean Wason. With her father. With Theo. Even with Paul Wason, for dying. It was all for nothing, and she's back to square one. She dry heaves again and is aiming for the guard's shoes this time.She's zipping up the black dress she discovered in the closet when a familiar cramp hits her. Oh no. She hasn't had her suppressants in at least two days, and that means… "Oh, fuck," she

Not even a cold shower was helping. I opened the small window, and hoped that the cold winter air would help, but it was to no avail. I needed something more. So I sent him one last text with another plea for help. ME: Draven, I feel like I’m on fire. This is the worst heat wave yet. I took a cold shower, even opened the bathroom window for cold air. Nothing is cooling me off. Please help me. I heard him curse from the other room, and then my phone pinged.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

bend over to pick something up, wearing the tiniest bikinis I own. I don’t push too hard. I let the tension build, teasing him with glimpses—a flash of side-boob when I adjust my top, a slow application of sunscreen on my thighs while lying on my stomach, knowing he’s watching. The air between our houses feels charged, like the moments before a thunderstorm. By the end of the week, the heat wave peaks—record temperatures, the kind where the pool water feels like bathwater even at night. My parents announce they’re heading to the cabin up north for the weekend, leaving Friday morning.

Third Person POV Flashback Continued Seven weeks later, the desert heat pressed down like it had something to prove. The kind of heat that didn’t just sit on your skin, it seeped into your bones. And Brittany was right in the middle of it. Working. Moving. Smiling. Surviving.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

She tasted like salt and heat and forbidden want. “Fuck…” she muttered against my mouth, finally kissing me back with growing hunger. Her hands fisted in my hair, tugging as our tongues met. I pressed my body fully against hers, breasts mashing together, my thigh grinding up between her legs. Nadia moaned quietly, hips rolling once, twice, chasing friction before catching herself again. She broke the kiss, panting, forehead against mine. “Jane… stop. I can’t—” But her body said otherwise. She was grinding subtly on my thigh now, soaking through her shorts. I slipped a hand down, cupping her through the fabric. She was drenched.

The Deer Year of the Lilies Torrid Season Unknown Place Unknown Place Isla I PERSONALLY PREFER THE FRIGID Season. At least I won't have to deal with all this heat plus the pain I'm already suffering. I woke up when the sun was high up in the sky and burning the Earth mercilessly with its rays.

Privacy was one of my top qualifications and I made that clear. There's a swimming pool outside if anyone is brave enough to sit in the heat and boil. No thank you. Even though the air conditioner takes the inside temperature down into the low seventies, it's too damn hot. The short trips I take outside to get in and out of my vehicle drive me the craziest. The heat is heavy like a wool blanket and leaches the water from my body. Who in their right mind would live in this godforsaken wasteland without someone holding a gun to their head?