Sans Heat Novels & Stories

Kael. His name floated through the air, with each syllable sharp yet soft, much like the man himself. He hadn’t actually touched me yet—not yet a single finger on my skin—but I could still feel the heat of his gaze. It was as if his eyes had fingers, tracing every part of me without ever laying a hand on me.

"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.

A human… in heat? “Yes. You both went overboard,” Inferno continues, in a calm and almost amused voice. “Your… escapade in the bathroom awakened it. Heat for a human...her kind is like an aphrodisiac on steroids. The only way to calm it is to mate fully. There is no other solution.”

he replied. She sighed, allowing him to assist her. As he carefully undressed her, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she avoided meeting his eyes. Victor, however, remained focused. He guided her into the warm water, his hands steady as he supported her. “Is the temperature okay?” he asked. She nodded, her tension slowly easing as the water enclosed her. Victor kneel beside the tub, gently washing her hair and massaging her scalp. His touch was soothing, and Olivia feels relaxed.

Aiden countered, his voice a sharp blade of ice, "here we are. If they were truly gods, we’d be dead. If we were truly just prey, we wouldn't have made it out of the Highlands. Vane, focus. The Conduit. Does it bypass the main checkpoint?" Vane tapped a shaky finger on the parchment. "The intake valves. It’s an old drainage system for the capital’s cooling plants. The heat from the geothermal generators gets vented through here. It’s tight, it’s miserable, and it’s hotter than the pits of hell. If your hands are already dead, Aiden, the heat might actually be more dangerous for you than the cold." Aiden stared at his grey, withered fingers. The skin felt like parchment stretched over stone.

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

Sarah breath in as the chill breeze blew. She smiled loving the whether. Harmattan season is just something she cherish the most, the chilliness, how nice it has always been is something she loves most. This is why most of the time she wish she had a boyfriend .This whether will be nice for cuddling. She sighed sadly.

Chen clearly needed advocates in her corner. Emma's phone buzzed with a text from Jake: *Good morning, beautiful. How's the apartment situation? Do you need help with anything today?* Emma smiled, typing back: *Apartment is fine, but I'm helping my neighbor with a family crisis. Rain check on today's plans?* Jake's response was immediate: *Of course. Anything I can do to help?* Emma looked at Mrs. Chen, who was sitting quietly while Emma worked, looking smaller and more fragile than usual. An idea occurred to her.

Normal life felt dull and flat. My heat cycle came late in the third month. It was weak and very cold, i had intense body aches, but no true desire. My core dripped slowly, a thin liquid. The sweet scent was low. I suppressed it easily with cold water and wrapped myself in blankets. It was not worth having this heat without their intense, multiple forces. The heat felt pointless and empty. The thought came to me clearly. “You must find a safe Alpha here. Someone gentle, who will not hurt you.”

Well, maybe I shall heal in time. A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit. "Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed. Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.