Slow Burn Book Novels & Stories

She held the corner of my notebook to the fire. ​That was the day I felt a strange surge of power inside me, it didn't whisper this time. It roared. A freezing blue light then began to creep up my veins, turning my fingernails the color of a winter sky. When Lillian burnt the pages, she thought she was destroying my voice, but she didn't realize that when you burn a bridge, you only make the person on the other side more desperate to swim.

As the music hit its peak, she jumped along, her enthusiasm infectious. The energy of the moment was undeniable, and I could not help but get caught up in the excitement. The sudden intensity hit me so hard that I felt my body react before I could think. I felt like I got my money's worth, being part of that unforgettable experience. She was the kind of beauty money could not buy. The scene turned raw and desperate, the air charged with something dangerous. The thrill of something forbidden, with so many people so close, sent a rush of heat through me.

The flames lash toward Selena’s mangled body, wrapping around her like snakes, twisting and tightening, burning brighter with every passing second. Her body starts to burn. The dark, twisted glow that surrounded her begins to fade, eaten up by the flames. The fire eats away at her, hissing as it consumes her flesh. Her skin blackens and cracks like dry wood, breaking apart in the fire’s wake. Her bones shift and splinter, disintegrating under the heat.

Sierra’s POV She drifted in a sea of smoke and warmth, darkness curling soft and strange around her body—not cold like night, not cruel like pain, but safe. Familiar. It lapped at her skin like a tide that had been waiting centuries to find her again. Something pulsed beneath her ribs. Slow. Ancient. A heartbeat that wasn’t quite hers.

"Why would a young woman like you need to live in such a big apartment? You're not getting any younger either. Who knows if you can still get married? You might as well transfer the apartment to Harrison, considering he's been dating you all these years. "Once he and Anna have a child, you can be the child's godmother. That way, you won't have to be completely alone in your old age. That would be so pathetic." Her greedy demands made me sneer. My eyes fell on the bowl of chicken soup on the table. It was still steaming a little. Smiling faintly, I hastened over to the table and grabbed the bowl before pouring the soup all over Anna's mother. Before she even realized what was happening, the s

"What else? I wish I had cooking necessities and equipments at our dormitory, I would have cooked my boredom away. I'm going to read my novels or watch some cooking lessons online." "I don't know how you do that sincerely. I can't read romance novels because I can't stand the steamy scenes. I'll be horny almost every time." She scrunched up her face. "You're so silly. I don't picture myself when reading, I just enjoy reading them generally making a fantasy of the characters in my head, I watch them enjoy it in my head." She chuckled. That soft chuckle, but it didn't make her face lit up as it always did when she cooked.

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

With heat. It spread through me like a slow, rising tide. My fingertips tingled, and when I looked down, I saw tiny sparks dancing over them. Gold. Always gold. I clenched my fists and willed the sparks to stop. They faded, but the burn didn’t. It pulsed in my veins, thick and molten, like lava trying to force its way to the surface.

I reached into the bond, into the deep, burning heat Caspian was pouring into my skin, and I used his strength to anchor my own. I called to the dried blood on the leather book ahead of us. Mother, I thought, pouring my First Moon will into the air. Answer me. The dark stains on the cover of the journal did not glow... they ignited. The dried blood on the leather burst into white-hot heat. The book in Helene's hand turned instantly to a block of searing fire, the heat so intense that the silver bindings melted in a second. Helene shrieked in agony. The sudden, blinding pain made her drop the burning book. Her hand jerked back on instinct, the silver dagger slipping from her fingers and clatt

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.