Slow Burn Book Novels & Stories

Dear Gentle Lovians, Are you following? Is this making sense to you? Let's unravel this together. I promise it's not your regular book. The slow burn, The love triangle, The...tension. Seems every characters are playing their roles well. Thumbs up, and some votes if you can. Thank you. <3 <3 <3

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

I loosen up my tie, rest my back on this humongous seat, and rub my temple repeatedly. But when I finally open my eyes, the figure is still there. And right now, she’s taking baby steps toward me. A smile appears on my face when this goddess gorgeous woman calls me in her usual sensual tone, "Hi, Dmitri Sullivan. I’ve finally caught you. Are you ready to satisfy my cravings?" “The Virgin’s Cravings it is,” say the two of them inwardly. - THE END - to be continued... THE MISTRESS'S CRAVINGS: HIS BETROTHED (BOOK 2)

he said with a smirk. I grumbled and went to the bookshelf. There were like thousands of books there, and I spent a good thirty minutes arranging them. Those thirty minutes were stressful, to say the least. "I'm done," I sighed in relief. "You're done?" the young man asked. "Yes, so is my admission safe?" I responded. "Not yet," he replied. "What do you mean by that?!" I yelled in frustration. "Don't shout, just do one more thing," he said calmly.

"Somebody, please help!" But the street remained eerily silent, save for the distant hum of traffic. The world around me felt surreal, like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. My trembling hands reached for her pulse, but I already knew. The light in her eyes was gone. A sob tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I looked back at Noah, silently pleading for him to move, to react, to feel. But he didn’t. He just stood there, as cold and detached as ever.

The ending created by silly words lost its weight at this point. I hovered above the bookmark sign at the top right corner of the screen before clicking on it. The menu popped up, and I chose to delete the book from my homepage. A notification popped up at the center of the screen. [Are you sure you want to delete the book? This process is irreversible.] I clicked confirm. The progress bar completed in a flash, and the book vanished without a trace from my homepage. Ding! My phone lit up. I received a text. [Processing complete. You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission!]

Her body trembled with aftershocks—not of fear, but of the bond itself, alive and insistent, glowing beneath her skin like runes carved into her bones. The world outside waited. But inside, time held its breath. --- The firelight painted their bodies in copper and shadow. Selene’s hair clung damp to her temples, her lips swollen from Rowan’s hungry kisses. Lucien’s pale hands stroked her hips with maddening patience, cool fingers leaving trails of fire where they touched. Rowan growled low in his chest, his mouth moving down her throat, biting softly, leaving marks only his could make. Each scrape of his teeth made her shiver, made her arch against him. His body was a furnace, hot and urgent

The flames kiss the base of the structure first, then catch. Within moments, the Saltfire roars to life. Its heat rolls out in waves. Orange light spills across the faces around us, turning everyone golden. The chill that’s lingered all day for the last few weeks begins to lift, slowly replaced by warmth that seeps into the bones. Sparks rise like fireflies into the darkening sky, and I find myself holding Kara’s hand again without realizing it.

He even seemed more excited that Zephyr himself. *********** Hey guys, creation is hard so please cheer me up. This book is a slow burn and if you're not comfortable with it, please look for another book to read.

"No solar gain." Cale made a writing motion. Elion grabbed the notebook from the floor. He handed it to Cale. Cale’s hand was shaking so badly he could barely hold the pen. He wrote two words. Hypothermia. Imminent. Elion stared at the jagged letters. "We need heat," Elion said. "I can... I can burn books. In the sink." Cale looked at the stack of books. He looked at Elion. He tapped his chest.