Slow Burn Novels & Stories

she commanded. Jenny tried to hurry up while walking, but her legs hurt and her pussy was swollen because her billionaire boss had fucked her so hot. She went about her day, doing other work she was asked to do, but the thought of how Ken tossed her, licked her pussy, fingered her, and throat fucked her lingered in her head all day, she tried to brush it off since their words and reality are far apart. It might never happen again, so she thought, because he is a billionaire and she a mere housekeeper, and she is not really just his type but just a fling to him, she sighed.

This outcome was inevitable. As it finished speaking, the temperature spiked. The hail and snow covering the ground melted away, silently marking the end of the old world. The air turned so hot that it was hard to breathe, like the whole world had been sealed inside a furnace, cooking the people trapped inside. Trees erupted into flames, floodwaters surged across the ground beneath them, and steam filled the air. For a moment, the crowd went still, then the panic broke again. The ground groaned and split. "The world's ending! Queen Charlotte, please come back and save us!"

“I hope you like pizza, because with sounds like that, I’m either only ever feeding you pizza, or banning it from the house in jealousy.” “Tom!” I shrieked, surprised by his words. I splashed water at him, but he just smiled. “I’m just saying. So, I ran into Doc in town. He gave me some advice for the burn. If you’re up for trying, it may be worth it.” “What is it? Cause honestly, I’ve tried just about everything in the past. Hot water and then lots and lots of aloe, plus time is about the best I’ve got.”

He rolled his eyes. "How am I supposed to do that? It isn't that easy, Ivan," I trailed off. He stood up just to sit down on his table. "Have you heard of slow-burn?" He continuously raised his eyebrows while smirking. "Slow-burn? Hey, I'm not a killer, I don't burn someone alive just to make them kiss me-" "Goddamnit, you're really stupid! I didn't mean to literally burn someone slowly!" He covered his face in helplessness.

But some parts of his body were still twitching uncontrollably. Confused, I couldn't help but ask, "Why isn't he healing?" I have not come across severe burns but I'm sure we will start healing as soon as the burning stops. Dabbing Owin's burnt toes with purple medicine, the quiet small man with a pompadour hairstyle glanced at me, pushed his specs back and squinted. "Yes, Luna. You're very sharp," an airy squeaky voice spoke. "He should be healing but he's not. I suspect there's something in that kay-ro-sin slowing it down."

Yet— Sebastian’s burns were very bad. In some places, the flesh had melted down to the bone. The doctor had removed the bullet upon arrival, but a decent amount of silver had been circulating through Bash’s body, causing a near halt in his natural healing abilities. The doctor administered an agent to extract the silver from his system.

It didn’t vaporize; it *ignited*. Purple flame, cold and malevolent, erupted from the stove’s mouth, engulfing the skillet, Leo’s hands, and Dominic’s arm up to the elbow. It burned with an eerie, silent intensity, consuming flesh and metal alike. The smell wasn’t smoke; it was ozone and charred meat and something deeply, biologically wrong.

Riley's POV The burning was fading. Not all at once, not with a sudden snap, but slowly, like a fire dying down to embers. For what felt like an eternity, I had been trapped in a hazy world of heat and confusion, barely aware of anything but the relentless warmth that consumed me from the inside. Now, that heat was still there, but it was gentle, almost soothing. It was like a warm blanket instead of a searing flame.

I felt my limbs move with a precision that wasn't mine, a predatory grace that ignored the debris flying through the air. Then, the sensation changed. The cold numbness was incinerated. I felt my body lit up as fire engulfed me. It wasn't like a normal burn. It didn't blister or peel my skin; instead, it felt like my very blood had turned into molten metal. The heat was immense, radiating from the inside out, turning me into a beacon of light in the middle of that dark, rotating storm. I was a weapon being forged in real-time, and the process was agonizing.

"What do you mean 'burn'?" I sighed, not wanting to tell him, but then I realized he should know. Maybe knowing might deter him from ever wanting to be one. "You feel like you're whole body is burning at the stake, but from the inside out. It feels like fire is spreading throughout your whole body and you beg for someone to kill you, but no one will. Then, the fire fades and becomes manageable until it finally fades away ... and you wake with an insatiable thirst that never completely quenches."