Slow Burn Love Novels & Stories

Even after learning the truth, his first reaction when he saw me was still to beg for her. I opened my mouth, but it took me a moment to realize I was actually speaking. "Caleb, let's get a divorce." Caleb's eyes filled with tears. He grabbed my hand and shook it like he was desperate. "I misunderstood you, Jeanette. I was wrong. Can we not go through with it? I love you. I really do." I jerked my hand away and stepped back, locking eyes with him. "You don't love me, Caleb. You love Brianna. I'm holding you responsible for our kid, and she's on the hook for the arson, too."

His name caught in my throat as I whispered, “What if you’re the fuel?” He closed the distance between us before I could blink, his hands cradling my face, his touch burning but steady. “Then I’ll burn gladly,” he said, voice low, eyes fierce. “I’ll burn before I ever let it take you.” My heart twisted painfully at the devotion in his words—at the way his love had become both shield and blade. I wanted to believe we were strong enough to defy whatever darkness waited, but the shard pulsed again, answering something unseen. It felt almost like laughter beneath my skin.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

Suri grabbed a torch and lit the leftovers on fire. The flames twisted up with the dusk light—gorgeous, in a totally wrecked kind of way. "Oh my God, what are you doing? Mr. Jerkinson planted these himself! Burning them... what a shame!" "He's never planting anything here again. Might as well torch the past while I'm at it." Still watching the fire, Suri pulled out her phone and called her elder brother, Connor, who was doing business overseas. "Connor, where are you right now? I'm thinking of visiting in a few days."

Me- I'm I salty? Love- Yep in a sweet way. Me- my heart, lol. Wanna hang out? Love- unfortunately I can't. Me- Why not? Love- feeling numb all over. Me- what? Why? Should I come over. Love- No need. Mum burnt our kitchen. We've been at it for a while now. I'll sleep it off. Me- hmm you sure you're ok? Love- Yup Darling Pringles. Me- bye love. Love- bye love.

Love is complicated. TO BE CONTINUED

My elbow hits the vase mistakenly as it falls on the ground. Stupid girl! "Ohh so you are there, " He heard it, feeling the shiver running down my spine, I hope it hasn't happened, I haven't met him. I felt a stronghold on my right hand, He towers over me, "L-Leave me alone, " I stuttered, trying not to look up into his dark brown eyes which scares me. He chuckles darkly, leaning towards me, he said. "Not today, my love, " I shut my eyes tightly 'this is just a nightmare, it will end' I thought.

I tried not to compare my lovers, but Theo took the trophy in every category. Size. Girth. Mobility. I’d been satisfied with my life with Bolton, but it had never had the fiery passion that made it impossible to breathe. When Theo entered the room, the curtains were set ablaze, and the roof started to come down. It was a heat that rivaled the explosion of a firework. A burn that was more potent than the sun. It was the kind of passion so hot, it left a scar from the burns. If Theo left me, I would wear that scar into my next relationship, and the comparison of the two men would leave me in disappointment.

"Linette, I really underestimated you. You're pretty good at playing the victim. I'll tell you right now. I won't let you walk out of this hospital alive. Ken is mine. He always has been." She picked up a bowl of steaming chicken broth from the table and poured it straight onto my burns. "Let me help you clean the wound." The pain tore through me. I glared at her, furious. But my body wouldn't move. My throat was burned so badly that I couldn't even make a sound. Suddenly, the door flew open. Ken stormed in, his face dark with anger. Bianca hurriedly set the bowl down and put on a flattering smile. "Ken, are you back already?"

Our love is a flame that can never be extinguished, consuming us both in its passionate embrace. Henry turns my body, placing me on his lap, his hands exploring every inch of my skin as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I move my hands down his back, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch, and pull him closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. My fingers graze his hard nipples, sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a low groan of pleasure. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of love and desire.