Slow Burn Shows Novels & Stories

I checked the time, and it was barely 6:00 pm, so I followed him in. The lounge was simply furnished. There were just two single beds, a few metal lockers, and a handful of chairs. Kevin handed me a glass of water. "Thanks," I said, my smile grateful. "No problem. Just chill here. I've got to get back out there." With that, he turned and walked out. I sat there scrolling through my phone, but after a few minutes, a strange sensation washed over me. My entire body felt like it was on fire, and certain sensitive areas were practically scorching.

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I search for the remote around the bedside table and Dmitri is saying something, “I think it is best not to open the televi-” he warns, but before he could finish the sentence, I already clicked the power button. The static sound starts and a woman’s voice reporting fades in until the television shows its true color and sound. “We are now outside the building where the penthouse of the renowned young billionaire Dmitri Sullivan is located. People have divided commentaries about the said bachelor. All the more, their company’s stock market price plummets since the video leaked yesterday midnight,”

“I'm sorry you lost so much while doing what you loved, Jacob.” I gave a humorless laugh before flopping back on the couch, causing it to rock back and forth in a slow sway. “The worst thing is that they tried to save it, you know? I still had it attached to me. Sure, the nerves, muscles, and bones were shattered, but they did what they could. But a few days later… Let's just say it just didn't work.” “Necrosis appeared?” “Fucking necrosis,” I whispered bitterly. But the resentment I felt faded from my mind when Vivienne surprised me by laying her head on my chest, her arm and leg wrapping around me in a warm embrace.

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.

My reactions are slowing. I look at the spot he’s been watching for some time and freeze. The flesh around the wound on my thigh and stomach is burning. Yes, it’s me. I am dying. Again.

The embers flare a violet-blue, mirroring the glow of the mark. Hours pass. Time becomes a blur of physical agony. I am constantly moving—stoking the fire with my own internal heat, then dragging the heavy iron pots over the stones to sear the meat. My hands are a mess of burns and raw skin. My muscles scream with a fatigue I’ve never known.

I stuttered. "Girl. I could feel that tension from across the room. It's fine, it's none of my business, but I'm here now Wren. You know you could come to me if it ever gets rough. I'll always be here." He took my hands in his, caressing. Assuring. This is crazy. This is tempting. The beep of my phone brought me out of my spiralling emotions. "Just curated the sickest movie playlist. Watch party. Mine or yours? "

The winter sun laid a pale bar of light across the carpet. “They will come for the elders now that they have failed with the heirs,” Celeste said. “It is an old tactic. I have seen it before.” “Does it work,” Evelyn asked. “It works when the house is already rotten,” Celeste said. “This house is not. It has cracks. It does not have rot.” She paused, then added, “You look tired.” “I am awake,” Evelyn said.

It was funny how I'd been kept in the dark for five years, as I'd fallen for her claim of wanting to keep a low profile again and again. It wasn't that she didn't want to celebrate it. It was that I didn't deserve to be celebrated. With my eyelids drooping and my breathing growing faint, the paramedic started crying out of desperation. Seeing how bloody I was and how close I was to death, she borrowed an electric scooter from a kind stranger and rushed me out of the ambulance. We were so close to the venue that I even heard Brandon ask, "Babe, what's that thing on the scooter? It's gross…"