Heat Waves Fic Novels & Stories

Five seconds ago, I was whining about the sweltering heat in the RV, begging Hudson to use his extremely precious powers just to make me a damn popsicle. Then the memories flooded in. I was nothing but a piece of arm candy in a sweet romance novel, clinging to others to survive. Hudson was the overpowered male lead. Before the world ended, I had chased him relentlessly until he caved. After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat.

She turned on her side and put the covers over her head. “Normally, I heard the aftermath of a heat is worse than the feeling of being hit by a truck. Do you remember anything?” Bloom inquired, but Roxie wriggled her head, saying no. “That’s understandable; you are not supposed to remember anything after a heat. The feeling is something one should never recall for the rest of their life.”

That is how I watched my old self morph into someone strong enough to face it all. I can’t say exactly how long it took, about six months maybe. And I think that because the cicle between Waves and Heats is usually around six months and I felt my body heat rise again. A consuming, sudden warmth flared inside me: familiar, contemptible. Breathing grew harder; the cell felt smaller, hotter. I tore off my shirt in a failed attempt to cool down. It was useless, this heat wasn’t from the air. It came from the hunger for Rayan pulsing up again inside me. A hunger that could only be sated by his scent, his arms, his body.

Annie has shut her out and they wanted her to have a taste of her own medicine. Plus Annie had a way of noticing things. And Malison couldn’t risk being seen right now. She sat cross-legged on the empty classroom floor, laptop balanced on her knees, the cursor blinking on a fresh document she had titled: "Fragments of Something I'm Not." It was supposed to be fiction. A story. Something vague and poetic about a girl who kissed another girl and couldn’t stop thinking about it. Malison told herself it was just a creative outlet. A thought experiment.

Hot. …So hot. The weather's so hot. It's been a while since I last felt summer heat. Since I met Kuroyuki Shiroha, my concept regarding heat seems to disappear. Okay… it looks like I got here a little early. I might as well ask Mr Waals Junior regarding to 'that'. Activating my screen, I looked for Reus Waals's contact with my authorisation and contacted him through the IKAssembly. 'Morning, Reus Waals' I texted.

Boyd sits down, "I may be crazy for lusting after her gorgeous ass But to fight her no way. I'm not that damn crazy." Wisdom is holding Chickpea while in her office on her laptop researching the extreme heat. Larisa enters the office and turns the television on. "Humans are dropping like flies. The hospitals are overcrowded with patients they're treating for heat strokes. Every state is under a heat advisory and a state of emergency." Deshal and some men are making sure everyone has fans. Beauden told them to stay inside unless we said otherwise. Beanie do you have any idea what's happening? " Carmine's standing in front of her desk.

It sounds like a heavy heartbeat, vibrating through the floorboards. Mitchell growls, his eyes flashing a brilliant, predatory gold. Behind me, Adriel lets out a savage roar that shakes the bed. Deep inside my mind, April, my Lycan wolf, lets loose a deafening howl of triumph. A sickly sweet, overpowering scent suddenly perfumes the entire room, thick enough to choke on. The air turns scorching hot. The third heat wave has just broken.

Chapter 3 Chapter Three: The Heat Between Us Eva’s POV The fire had long since burned down. But the heat remained. Not from the room nor the fur pelts that tangled beneath my bare skin. Not even from Kael’s body that was half-curled around mine like a living wall of molten steel. The warmth that pulsed inside me now came from somewhere deeper. A place I never knew existed not until now. I stared up at the ceiling, my fingers tracing a faded knot in the wooden beam above me. Outside, the rhythm of distant drums had quieted. The sounds of celebration had faded into silence.

She started to think that her sufferings will never end and no will be able to save her, neither Arjun nor Ryker from the wrath of Thakurain. The little hope she felt in her heart after yesterday's incident started to die down brutally. It was almost noon and the sun was right in front of her head. The scorching heat was burning her delicate and fair skin while her rosy cheeks started to turn red due to extreme heat. Her stomach was already killing her and above that standing in bright day light was making her dehydrated.

“You’ll endure it. That’s what makes you stronger.” And just like that, he turned, reaching for the door to leave. Panic surged through me. The thought of being left alone, of enduring this heat that began to eat me alive without anyone… I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t survive it. “Aren’t you going to stay as well?” My voice cracked, stopping him mid-step. “Tessa told me heats can be dangerous. That they can kill, if the female can’t endure it. What if I can’t endure it, Damien?”