Slow Burn Book Novels & Stories

Not waiting to behold the fallout, I scramble out of the dining room, fleeing back to the nursery. Once back in the room, I ignite a taper from the room's only wall sconce. I make my way to my dark cell, lighting the little oil lamp on the nightstand next to my sleeping pallet. The small oil lamp sheds enough light for me to open my newly acquired trunk and grab another woolen tunic. I change and performing a cursory exam of the fading burn marks on my thighs, relieved that the soup is not any hotter because this is a time where I could die from a splinter.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

The first week was slow. Not difficult — Elian had made the distinction years ago, in the second novel, between slow and difficult. Slow was the pace the material required. Difficult was when the material resisted. The fourth novel was not resisting. It was simply requiring the specific pace of something that had to be approached from very deep inside, the way you approached deep water — not with speed but with the patient, deliberate immersion of someone who understood that the depth would be there when they reached it.

She bowed, her fingers tapping a message at a snail's pace. [Elaine: Time for bed.] [Stephen: Mm, come over to sleep.] Elaine wondered if Stephen had any clue what he was suggesting, biting back her frustration. [Elaine: Jasper's here too.] Stephen, fresh from a shower and clad only in a bathrobe in the room next door, chuckled at her message. He shot back a casual reply. [Stephen: Right beside you?] Elaine felt exposed, as if he could read her mind. As she stewed in her irritation, not wanting to respond, Jasper, who had been quiet until then, suddenly asked, "Who's got you so engrossed in conversation? You look quite amused."

Then his inventory cutting of and tracers that may have been on it. Sky Fire: Forms from large heat increases in the air. With a concentration of Ion energy, it would combust and burn for a few months if uncontained. If contained, nurturing will keep the fire constantly lit. A white cloudy fire. "Master Ren, why not speak with them? It couldn't hurt. Could it?" Jackson just finished doing some trades of his own. Various different seeds for new plants. As well as a new cauldron. The latter for experimentation. It was extremely old and might possibly have developed sentience.

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

Always the charmer. I didn’t write back immediately. I wanted her to wait for it, wanted the anticipation to do half the work. Then, slowly, I wrote: Let’s see if I can make you squirm without touching you. She didn’t look at me. But she blushed. Real hard. I bit back a smirk. My sneaker found her ankle. Just a light nudge. Then a slow, teasing drag up toward her calf. I didn’t push too far, just enough to remind her of everything we almost talked about last night. Everything she wanted.

She smiled. The heat here reminded her of her summer in Johannesburg, she thought of the cool water at the beaches she had visited and suddenly became thirsty. She ran her wet tongue over her parched lips and wished it would suddenly rain but then she groaned at the thought, it never rained in the desert. She rolled her head and jumped in frustration, upsetting the sand beneath her feet, sending dust particles up in the air.

She's in a deep thinking when her attention catched by a weird light coming from her bag. She picked her bag and went to the bag to retrieve the strange light. Her curiosity got stronger when she saw that it's glowing likethe bright of the sun. "W-What's this?" she whispered and hold the small book with trembling hand. She read the book very carefully and she almost drop on the ground, her face became pale white like a piece of paper and even her body began shaking a bit, it feels like her hands burning when she touched it. After a while, the book glow more and she felt a little pain on her head as she hears a familiar voice of Seila, her grandmother.

Hello readers, I am sorry to say but, this book 'Hellbent~Denied Love have officially come to an end. I know it ended like cliffhanger. Yes, it did. But, there is a new book squealed to this. It is DANCING IN FLAMES!