Slow Burn Book Novels & Stories

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.

I slumped in the chair and stalked the movement of his hands with my half-mast gaze. "Destroying what should have been destroyed years ago." With those whispered words, he brought the dancing flame to the cover of the book. Flames licked around the edges, blackening the pages until they withered and became a pale white. The ashes trickled down like the beginning of snow on a blistering winter night. Snow. Such a pure element to think of under such circumstances. Snow resembled a blank slate, new beginnings. Maybe this could have been what this was if I had burned the damn book the moment it landed in my possession.

“No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” She huffed annoyed, “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“ “Penelope Douglas about Jordan and Pike Lawson, who is her ex-boyfriend’s dad, but yet they fell for each other and in the end have kids and her ex was happy with it. Yeah, I’ve read it but that’s not what I was referring to,” she scrunched her eyebrows together and looked perplexed and what I had just said, “I was talking about me and you and whether you like it or not.”

“Patience. You can’t get anything done if you’re impatient, understand? We have to make this perfect, or we’ll get into trouble.” Joy’s nonchalant voice came through the phone as if they were not talking about killing a human, but an insect.

I’d flip the whole damn thing over. I was curled into the corner of the pink plush sofa, knees tucked to my chest, the fluffiest white blanket I’d ever touched draped lazily over my shoulder and down my body. It swallowed my barely-there shorts and oversized T-shirt whole, cocooning me in warmth while the rest of the world faded into nothing but pages and ink. Tragedies of True Hearts. I bit my lip, failing to suppress a giggle as I read—the slow-burn enemies finally cracking, confessions spilling out after chapters of tension and denial. One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled.

"I've brought you some broth to help you along." Heat builds inside me. It's a slow burn that starts in the pit of my stomach and moves up until I can barely contain it in my throat. I'm miserable and dangerous-not a good combination. I don't need anything from her or anyone else. "Get the fuck out." I barely move my lips because if I open my mouth, she will be a pile of ash.

Boredom makes you do crazy things, like how Neal was counting the little bulbs on the chandelier. He was bored. There was nothing to entertain him and he is tired of staring at the walls and the forbidden door. He tried his best not to look at it, because that brought the memories of events happened yesterday. An odd tingles filled Neal's stomach when he remembered the things happened between him and Hunter. It was embarrassing. Neal pulled his hair with both hands urging himself to forget about that.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

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.