Owo You Re So Warm Novels & Stories

I rolled over in bed, listening to the hum of the heater. It was too cold to want to wake up. I smiled as I pulled the covers back up over my head. Since it was my day off, I didn't have to get up at all! Winter was giving its last parting shots at spring, and these would be the last few cold days before warmer weather hung around for good. I snuggled deeper into my blankets, replaying my last phone conversation with Owen.

It was so cold it made my heart sink. "Ms...." "Take your bag and get out of my class... now!" I sighed went back to take my bag and left... this was fucked up.. she was hot on Saturday and now she was ice cold!

-Karen- I felt a strong warmth seep into my cold bones. I had the urge to roll on my side so I could soak that warmth in. I haven’t felt so much heat in a long time… It’s just like when I was sick from Lewis. I tried to roll over but I couldn’t so I tried to press myself as close as I could to that heat source. A warm hand touched my cheek. Mm… So hot… Like fire.

I think, earning another glare from River. I bury my face down towards my food as I suddenly feel like I'm warm all over. Furrowing my brow, confused, I palm my chest. Weird. It's not warm out today... Its winter! Shifters run warmer than most so the winter months don't bother us much... but I feel like I am radiating heat. River tips his head in interest. What the hell? Suddenly I feel like I am being yanked by my stomach. What the fuck? I think as River gives a wolfish grin and recedes. Great. Now I'm alone, and probably sick. Prick. I think, earning a quick growl from him.

Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her. Their friends flooded the comments. "Just get together already!" "Forget women. Bros are better. Say you’ll be my new sister-in-law!" "Totally! Brynn’s way better than his wife. At least she doesn’t kill the mood by doing something stupid like throwing cake." She replied with a smirking emoji: "You idiots, stop talking nonsense. Ronan is only fit to be my obedient son for life, got it?" My hands trembled as I exited the group.

“Most people don’t consider that early.” “Early for us,” Owen grinned lopsidedly, his dimple appearing. “I wonder if there is food around here. If I have to eat another microwavable frozen meal, I will…” He looked around. The support busses hadn’t caught up yet, and for the moment, the Two Way Street busses occupied the car park alone, the quiet around them almost eery when they were used to being surrounded by people and noise.

Tatum I'm warm, which is unusual in itself, because normally I freeze at night. I sleep with a shirt, pants, socks, and two blankets. Everyone I know makes fun of me for wrapping up like a burrito, but this morning as I wake up, I'm toasty warm. "Mornin'."

I sat up and saw a pair of green eyes staring at me. “Hey sleepy head,” Ora says, smiling as she offers me a bottle of water. It had been hours since I had a drink and swallowed the lot in a few gulps. Then she hands me a thermos. “Be careful, it will be hot,” Ora tells me. As I screw off the lid, steam flows out of the flask and I get a whiff of something amazing. “It’s Aunt Josie’s homemade beef and tomato. It’s so good.” I put my nose to the top of the thermos. It smells amazing. “It will warm you up from the inside out.” Ora laughs as I blow on the liquid a few times. “Thank you,” I tell her.

Elowen’s POV Warmth. It enveloped me like a soft, downy blanket, a stark contrast to the cold dread that had clung to me the night before. It wasn’t just the lingering heat of the blankets, but a deeper, more profound warmth that seeped into my bones, chasing away the lingering chill of the forest night. It was the warmth of safety, of being surrounded, of not being alone in the darkness. It was the quiet, unwavering presence of them.

“Most people don’t consider that early.” “Early for us,” Owen grinned lopsidedly, his dimple appearing. “I wonder if there is food around here. If I have to eat another microwavable frozen meal, I will…” He looked around. The support busses hadn’t caught up yet, and for the moment, the Two Way Street busses occupied the car park alone, the quiet around them almost eery when they were used to being surrounded by people and noise.