Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

Wanting to escape the turmoil last year had caused, my mom thought a fresh start was what we needed, so we moved to a different country. My first clash with the three Glass brothers happened at the airport, and ever since then, they’ve been everywhere I go. Turns out they’re my neighbors and the golden boys of my new high school too. I want to stay away from them and focus on maintaining my GPA and the drama-free life I promised myself, but it’s not working. There’s a dangerously strong pull between us that feels almost unreal. My pulse trips over itself when they’re near, my blood boils when I see them with other girls, and my body betrays me, craving their slightest touch. It’s confusing, maddening and especially aggravating. The fact that all three of them look like they had stepped out of a dark fantasy novel written by a woman with unrealistic expectations wasn’t helping the case. Then I witnessed horror—bones snapping and reforming, fur replacing skin. The Glass brothers aren’t humans; they are beasts, Lycans, Supreme Alphas, and just as I thought things couldn’t get worse, they tell me the pull I have been feeling is because I’m mated to them—all three of them. But luckily, I have the chance to reject them, and I’m going to take it, because I’m just an ordinary human girl. I am not Beauty. And this certainly isn’t Beauty and the Beasts. Warning!!! Extremely graphic and explicit erotic content.

She was born to break him. He was cursed to crave her. And the bond between them might just burn them to ash.

I had created a monster. I had unleashed a devil to the world and I would do anything to drag him back to hell with me. If I must burn, then he would burn with me. Six years. Six years I had been by his side as his wife, his political strategist. Helping him. Loving him. But, when I needed him the most, he betrayed me. Now, I was back. Traumatised. Hurt, but…stronger. Stronger because I wasn't alone, stronger bevause he failed and I survived. I would strip him of everything I had spent six years building for him and then smash his face to the mud and remind him it was where he had always belonged. But then again, Zayne Castellan–the man who had saved me, the man who had bought my loyalty while I laid fractured by betrayal. Merciless, cruel…calm. Loyalty in exchange for my survival. I had fallen for him but even he …was worse than the devil I wanted to burn….

Olivia held out a glass of water, "Nothing to worry." She took it from her and nodded. She gulped the water hard from her throat. Liam would be furious. She was aware. His anger still scared her. They all left the room. Her heart began to thud thud in her ears. She didn't lift her head to watch him. She felt him. They left the room and did not say a word. He towered over her. She kept looking at her hands, looking at the circles over the tips of her fingers. "You'll take care of yourself or abortion," She heard him.

Since the death of Sean Cohen’s fiancé from a car accident, he was left torn and unable to pick himself up again. On the death anniversary of his fiancé, a fine lady who was seeking a job and who was on the verge of poverty applied to be his secretary. The moment Sean saw her, there was only one person that crossed his mind—his fiancé, who exactly looks like Dahlia Savedra.  It was like the dead rose up again.  As Sean met a woman who has the same face of his fiancé who died, would he be able to burn for her? Or only Dahlia will burn?  itsclarixass

My husband took our six-year-old son to meet his first love, using him as a cover. At some point, he sent our son to buy burn cream. My sweet boy then encountered a lunatic who stabbed him to death. The pain in my heart was unbearable. When I saw the burn cream still in my son's hand, I broke down in tears. Yet, my husband called to berate me, "Look at the son you've raised, Shayla Joy! He burned Claire and didn't even apologize. Get him back here right now!"

I had created a monster. I had unleashed a devil to the world and I would do anything to drag him back to hell with me. If I must burn, then he would burn with me. Six years. Six years I had been by his side as his wife, his political strategist. Helping him. Loving him. But, when I needed him the most, he betrayed me. Now, I was back. Traumatised. Hurt, but…stronger. Stronger because I wasn't alone, stronger bevause he failed and I survived. I would strip him of everything I had spent six years building for him and then smash his face to the mud and remind him it was where he had always belonged. But then again, Zayne Castellan–the man who had saved me, the man who had bought my loyalty while I laid fractured by betrayal. Merciless, cruel…calm. Loyalty in exchange for my survival. I had fallen for him but even he …was worse than the devil I wanted to burn….

“I didn’t take you,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. “I claimed what was promised to me.” My pulse stutters. “I am not yours.” A slow, lethal smile curves his lips as he steps closer—too close—his shadow wrapping around me. “You were always mine, Ivy,” he says, each word deliberate, heavy with threat and something far more dangerous. “Your father sealed your fate the day he made that promise.” Fear should make me run. It should make me hate him more. But instead, my breath catches as his hand lifts to my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “And if I refuse?” I whisper. His eyes darken, voice dropping to a husky murmur that sends a shiver down my spine. “Then fight me,” he says. “Run from me. Try to hate me.” His thumb brushes my jaw, slow and possessive. “But no matter what you do… you’ll still come back to me.” My heart pounds—furious, terrified, and traitorously aware of the heat building between us. Because the most dangerous part of Tyrance isn’t his power. It isn’t his violence. It isn’t the secrets he keeps. It’s the way my body trembles when he’s near. The way his voice pulls me closer when every instinct screams to run.

When the hospital director called me for the tenth time, I was still stuck in traffic on the winding mountain road leading into the city. A pink Polo driving inexcusably slow was wedged in the middle of two lanes and obstructing my path. The "New Driver" sticker on the rear of the car seemed to insult me. I took a deep breath before slamming on the horn. That was when the car jerked to a stop. A man in a floral shirt stepped out of the car, marched to my car, and pounded on my window. "What's with the rush?! Can't you tell by the sticker that I'm a new driver? If you cause an accident, you're going to have to pay up!" I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that veins bulged on the back of my hand. The director's desperate cries were still echoing in my ears, "Dr. Leigh, the boy is dying! The only information we have is that his father's name is Ronald Baker!" Upon noting my silence, the man smiled smugly before smacking the hood of my car. "Go ahead, drive over the barrier to bypass me if you want! Even the police have to slow down for me!" With that, he slammed his brand-new driver's license against my window. "Look closely, I just got my license yesterday! I'm a legal driver!" I quickly glossed over the driver's license. What stood out to me was his name printed on the license. Ronald Baker.

When I joined my pregnant wife at her class reunion, I heard the thoughts of her male bestie. 'Once she kicks her bum husband to the curb, the money's all mine!' He was snuggling up to my wife, raising his glass in salutations with a perfect smile, but I still caught the flicker of disgust in his eyes. 'Stupid sow thinks I'm in love with her? Who would care about her if it weren't for her money?' He had no idea that Mary's family had gone bankrupt long ago, and her life of luxury now was all thanks to me!