In Heat Novels & Stories

"Mr Grey, are you doing good?" He nodded and waved his hand forward asking me to proceed with the hiking. "Mr Grey, excuse me for this." And touched his forehead to find his temperature to be high. "Mr Grey, I think you have a fever." "I took meds. I'm okay." "But you don't look okay to me." I held his hands saying, "Put your hand over my shoulder and try to walk with me." He pulled his hand away asking, "Are you crazy? I'm your teacher."

Chapter 8 Surrender Graves’ POV The cell was already hot before I stepped inside, the concrete walls holding onto the heat of the day like they’d been waiting for me. And maybe they had. Because everything in this prison bent when I wanted it to. Schedules, transfers, men, even rules. And tonight, so would Keaton.

It started deep inside my soul and this time, it was the worst pain I had ever felt. I felt my own fury as Sabine had burned. I felt the heat of it in my breath as my eyes started melting and my skin turned black. I could feel her hate for me but I reveled in it instead. I lay on the floor panting and struggling to breathe as Death watched me. The burning had stopped and my hands weren’t black anymore. He wasn’t laughing at me either, just watching me with interest. This certainly was different than any other time I’d been here.

"Mrs. Lowe, your husband's car is still in the company parking lot." "Jessica, the amusement park staff is looking around, but they haven't found anything yet." "Jessica, Chloe isn't at the office. I heard she's on a business trip with some guy." I nearly screamed, "Then check her car for me! Sally is still in the car!" Ahead, everything was blindingly bright. The sun was scorching, and the ground looked distorted from the heat.

Why does she play with weird words? She kisses her teeth, rolling her eyes. “Goddess save my soul. How would you not know? You’re twenty.” “What has my age got to do with heat?” I frown. “And what is heat?” I hate ignorance. “Ahhh… indeed, the rumors were right. You’re too pure.” Adjusting her statement necklaces, she holds her waist and gazes at me the way a mother does at a pup. “Heat is the fever and aggressiveness you displayed back there.” She points before demonstrating with fingers. “Heat is when everything in you screams for your mate and only desires his touch,” she says, and my stomach knots in disgust.

"So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..." He paused, and Emma could swear he was holding back laughter. "What?" she demanded. "Nothing. It's just that 'Heat Between the Lines' sounds like it might be a romance about books. Or writers. Am I warm?" Too warm. Uncomfortably, impossibly warm. "It's about a novelist," Emma admitted reluctantly. "And let me guess she's struggling to write authentic passion because she's never actually experienced it herself?" Emma's mouth fell open. "How did you—"

The moment Chloe pushed open the heavy doors to the student union ballroom, the noise and heat hit me so hard that I almost turned around and walked straight back out. The bass thumped through the hardwood floor, vibrating in my chest, while flashing red and blue lights swept across a room packed with students. The air was thick with vape smoke, spilled alcohol, and sweat. Everywhere I looked, people were pressed against one another, dancing, shouting over the music, and sloshing drinks from their red Solo cups as though they had no worries in the world.

he teased, winking playfully. Heat crept up my neck. I nodded shyly, knowing he was only half-joking. His pasta was barely touched, so I took a tentative spoonful. As I ate, I noticed the she-wolves sitting across from us throwing icy glares my way. Their resentment practically radiated off them.

Cyrus sat on the couch most of the time, resting, his short hair matted to his forehead, and I imagined brushing through it, having him kiss my nipples as he shoved me down his fat cock, hitting my gspot and stretching me like I was in some sort of red room training. Lucious, of all people, was the most focused. I wanted to take off those glasses, set them aside and watch as the beast inside him came out. He would take my throat down his length, I'd choke, tears watering down my cheeks, and I wouldn't beg him to stop. Goodness. For the long stretch of days, I wondered for how long I could keep my heat hidden. The truth lay right before my eyes, but something was truly holding me back, and I

The traditional sauna house stood defiant against the relentless blizzard outside, its wooden walls steaming with the heat from the crackling fire stones, snowflakes melting instantly on the frosted windows. Inside, the air hung thick and humid, wrapping Aria, Finn, and Bella in a cocoon of warmth that chased away the biting cold. They had sought refuge here after their trek through the frozen wilderness turned treacherous, but the shared heat ignited something primal and urgent. Their eyes met in the dim, flickering light, bodies drawn together on the smooth cedar benches slick with condensation.