Slow Burn Novels & Stories

His consciousness scattered across dimensions he could no longer navigate. He was gone. The sanctuary fell completely silent. The seventeen enslaved Starborn were scattered across the chamber, consciousness manifesting in partial forms that Elara and the Council were still attempting to stabilize. Ash was barely standing, his physical form barely holding together without mate bond support. Kade was bleeding from multiple locations where consolidation backlash had caught him. The entire sanctuary was damaged from the energy discharge of consolidation network collapse. But everyone was alive. The seventeen who'd been enslaved were alive. Ash was alive.

“Are you done with your tantrum, Elena? Jody has only just finished her surgery. Are you only going to stop after she dies?!” I lay on the floor. The pain in my heart was so bad that I had trouble breathing. My vision started blurring. As I watched them hug each other tightly, I sneered. “48 hours remaining…” ‘Hurry up, system. I can’t quite hang on anymore,’ I thought.

They again kissed and Nick tore her flimsy night gown in pieces together with her panties. When Miranda tried to resist,he kissed her hungrily. He again tried to penetrate her but she struggled a bit while whining like a little puppy. He pinned her down and she couldn't even move her hands. He then went into her, slowly. He set a slow pace and after some minutes, Miranda adapted and relaxed. She started out letting heavy pants as Nick increased his pace and was soon screaming on top of her voice when he started slamming into her like a mad man. Her screams turned into cries. She begged him to stop but he still continue, she started struggling because he was now hurting her but Nick was not o

Those simple sentences kept echoing in Emmett's mind. All at once, it felt like he had been cursed. Those words echoed in his mind so much that a sharp pain spread across his forehead. The immense pain left him devoid of any strength. With a loud thud, his phone fell and slammed onto the table. Unfortunately, Emmett had tied the candlesticks with thin threads to ensure an even distance between each. One candlestick fell, pulling on the threads and causing the others to fall over, too. Hot flames spread onto the dead leaves and feathers on the ground. It then traveled toward the wooden dominoes.

I checked it, and to my surprise, it was from Margaret. "It's been forever, Rue, and I still haven't heard any fire trucks. I don't think I can hang on much longer. The pain from the burns is unbearable. I can't even imagine what Bernard went through. "You've been visiting me all this time, but that useless son of mine, Joshua, barely even stops by. I knew something was going on between you two. "I actually looked into it. His first love returned, right? You never really talk to me about your problems, sweetheart. If I'd known earlier, I would've taken care of that jerk for you. I felt so bad for you, Rue.

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.

He set the untouched drink aside and reached for his coat. Fire had rules. Fire did not look back. Fire did not involve itself in accidents or strangers. But tonight, Fire had collided with something cold. And for reasons he couldn’t yet explain, Alexander Steele knew this was not just an incident. It was the beginning of something dangerous.

He never listens. “The next time I say don't wait.” I say, pushing past him. “Don't wait!” He follows behind, “Anything yet?” My throat is burning. A glass of water first. I grab a glass, fill it and drain it in seconds. The fire doesn't cool. It crawls through my body, spreading like a rot. To say I hate this burn is an understatement. I take in more water but the pain bites harder. It never gets better, does it? I thought I was finally free after the ritual. But slowly the pain has been finding its way back to me, faint for me to notice until now.

With heat. It spread through me like a slow, rising tide. My fingertips tingled, and when I looked down, I saw tiny sparks dancing over them. Gold. Always gold. I clenched my fists and willed the sparks to stop. They faded, but the burn didn’t. It pulsed in my veins, thick and molten, like lava trying to force its way to the surface.

"What did I wrong?" "You can't make her the perfect Luna, she was already born as a Luna." "Shut the fuck up! I won't fucking change my mind about this." Blaze snapped and cut off the link. He huffed and look outside of his window, already missing his mate, her touch and scent. "Shit, I miss her." He whispered. —————————————————— "It hurts!" A teenage boy yelled in pain. "Marcus it's been 4 times you come here, how can you be so clumsy?" Mia said touching the spot.