Heat Waves Fic Novels & Stories

I need to get back to the palace, now, but I can’t leave Roxy. I push myself up, forcing my legs to work, and immediately stumble, collapsing back onto the ground as a wave of heat explodes in my core. A scream escapes from my lips, scratching my throat as the sound echoes inside my mouth. It’s too hot. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, like the heat is spreading through my veins and burning everything in its path. Everything burns and I can’t think straight. “I’m hot,” I whimper. “Why is it so hot?”

The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache. I settled on the floor behind a dusty shelf, a flashlight on my phone, and opened the book. The words painted vivid pictures — hands sliding under skirts, mouths claiming skin, bodies pressed together in hidden corners. My breathing grew shallow. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore the growing heat between them. “What are you reading, Miss Vale?”

It was dark and unexpectedly hot. The temperature for the area around the cave was so hot. Heatwave surged from the underground and a strange vapor was floating all around the cave, The five birds and Sirene were sweating that you could easily see a drop of water falling down their exquisite face. However, Soheila looks like she doesn't feel any heat at all. Soheila was not sweating even an ounce of sweat was not visible on her delicate face. It was due to her rank level.

Chapter 2 Aria woke up feeling numb all over. Last night was the wildest night of her life. Her head hurt because of all the drinks she had last night. For a few seconds after opening her eyes, she didn’t know where she was. The room was quiet, dark, and nothing like her own. The air smelled like cedarwood and something faintly spicy, masculine, and expensive. Then her heart dropped. She wasn’t home. She wasn’t even close to home. And the body heat beside her last night… wasn’t Evan’s.

She knew she was hot. Her heart was running its own sickly marathon. "Is it something related to sex?"

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That godforsaken place was on the outskirts, so it took quite the effort. "When we forced the car open…" Franklin's eyes were red, and he choked on his words. "Tell me," I pressed, my voice shaking. "The car's A/C was off." My heart dropped. "What? Why?" "The temperature was unbearable, and there was no oxygen. She wasn't breathing. Her whole body... We... We..." "Stop it. Just show me," I demanded. He handed me his phone. The photo showed the car door pried open, the windows covered in desperate scratches and traces of blood. I could see the marks Sally made trying to escape, her little nails broken and scattered.

I said brightly into the phone. “Cassandra,” she said, her voice light and airy. “How IS the weather there, dear? I saw on the news that the coast was expecting a heat wave. Is it awful? Tell me. Is it like living underground in fiery pits of hell?” I chuckled. The weather had taken a strange turn and it was unseasonably warm for this time of year. It was the sort of heat we usually only experienced in the dead of summer. But it wasn’t anywhere near ‘the fiery pits of hell’.

"No solar gain." Cale made a writing motion. Elion grabbed the notebook from the floor. He handed it to Cale. Cale’s hand was shaking so badly he could barely hold the pen. He wrote two words. Hypothermia. Imminent. Elion stared at the jagged letters. "We need heat," Elion said. "I can... I can burn books. In the sink." Cale looked at the stack of books. He looked at Elion. He tapped his chest.