Heat Waves Fic Mga Nobela at Kwento

Time seems to slow down and I can't remember if I have been laying there for minutes or hours. My throat is parched and I wish the rain would force itself into my mouth. Heat begins to swell within me. It starts from my fingertips, slowly making its way up my chest. I groan, rolling over so the rain would quell the heat but it doesn't. “Ugh!" I grunt when my body begins to heat up painfully, it's almost like I have been thrown into boiling hot water. I try forcing down my grunts so I won't attract attention but it only worsens. Soon, my hand is tugging at my clothes, desperate to get them off.

Three days. It’s been three days since I took the heat serum, and the doctor is coming later to test if it worked. My body aches and burns, a raw, relentless pain that makes me wish I’d never gone through heat at all. It’s horrific—like a train has barreled through me, over and over, leaving nothing unscathed.

I burn with Ashrac's heat. The nudge becomes a gentle push and I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him to me with all my strength. His husky laugh at my insistence warms me further and then the heat that is Ashrac passes the final barrier and we're one. It hurts and my eyes squeeze closed. Ashrac freezes above me. I open my eyes to see him looking down at me in wonder.

My temperature was so high that the ice was melting faster than it should. My lower abdomen began to cramp painfully, and I groaned as my body ached with need. The heat was a nightmare, worse than any description I had read about it. I couldn’t think straight—my mind was filled with thoughts of Jake. His silver eyes, his intoxicating scent, his muscular arms. I moaned, biting my lip as my core throbbed with desire. I clawed at my skin in frustration, trying to distract myself from the overwhelming heat. Blood oozed from the scratches, mixing with the water that had once been ice but was now tepid. I barely cared about the pain—anything to take my mind off the fiery need consuming me.

Meanwhile… Across the country, I sat hunched on the edge of my bed, my head pounding violently. A cold sweat drenched my skin, my entire body burning with fever. I clenched my fists, struggling to breathe. muscles ached, my vision swam, and my limbs felt unbearably heavy. My mother’s words from earlier haunted me. "Maybe she’s truly dead…my breath hitched, with chest tightening with agony. No. Alex wasn’t dead. She couldn’t be.

She does not want to force Roseanne because the Heat is going to torment the poor soul anyway. “Today is the first day and the first wave has passed,” Iriana states in a flat tone. “You might feel the Heat again at night. It will be mild but I don’t know if you’ll be able to tolerate it. Tomorrow, you’ll get a full blast around mid-day and another one at night again. On the third day, however, you might end up attacking someone if your body doesn’t get its urges satisfied. You might even die out of the immense heat.”

Her hair covered most of her breasts and soaked up a vast amount of the sweat on her body. A wave of heat washed over me. The same intense humidity as before. I felt as if it was about to explode. Her fingers clawed at me. My insides burnt from the touch. Scales appeared where her fingers ran then disappeared after it was gone. My breathing started coming short. The need to ease the heat consumed me. I fisted her hair and plunged my fingers into her chest. She released a mighty hiss, causing a semi earthquake in the room. Energy thrust at my fingers. I fought to release the heat.

Someone could have raped me. “The healers think a week or so, if not sooner. Don’t worry, we are evacuating the packhouse just in case.” I nod my head. Nothing is making any sense right now. Heat is meant to be painful, even more so if you mate to a wolf who isn’t your mate. I have heard of she-wolves who have died from the heat. I don’t want to die. I shudder. Going into heat is something I don’t want to do. I know it’s inevitable, but I’m not ready for it to happen just yet.

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙣

The station had never felt this hot. The air hung thick and heavy, clinging to skin like a second layer. Fans spun uselessly in the corners, pushing the heat around but never breaking it. Even the concrete floor seemed to radiate warmth, trapping the day’s sun long after nightfall. Everyone moved slower, sweat dampening shirts, hair sticking to necks, tempers simmering beneath the surface. The heatwave had lasted a week already. No one slept properly. Tempers flared over small things—shifts, towels, coffee. They fought fires all day and came back to a building that felt like a furnace itself. Every inch of skin itched for cold air that never came.