Slow Burn Stories Novels & Stories

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

"I have to kill her, Caleb. I don't care if she birthed me. I'm going to burn her kingdom to ash." ​Caleb held her tighter, his golden light the only warmth in the endless night. "I know. And I’m going to show you how." ​The "Slow Burn" was no longer just about romance; it was the slow, steady forging of a weapon. As the snow began to fall, burying their tracks, the last Thorne realized that to save her brothers, she would have to become the very thing her mother feared: a Star that refused to go out. ​

I’d flip the whole damn thing over. I was curled into the corner of the pink plush sofa, knees tucked to my chest, the fluffiest white blanket I’d ever touched draped lazily over my shoulder and down my body. It swallowed my barely-there shorts and oversized T-shirt whole, cocooning me in warmth while the rest of the world faded into nothing but pages and ink. Tragedies of True Hearts. I bit my lip, failing to suppress a giggle as I read—the slow-burn enemies finally cracking, confessions spilling out after chapters of tension and denial. One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled.

“Did you send somebody to kill Celeste?” “Stop making baseless accusations. You of all people should know how unstable that girl is. She's a danger to herself,” he spits out. I laugh but there's no humor in it. “You really think I'll keep buying into that story? You must really think I'm a fool.” I think he's going to hit me from the way he's looking at me but he doesn't “You're either blinded because you feel guilty for abandoning her or that Winterborn girl is making you soft.”

She barely looked up from her phone as Blackwood carried my bag inside. He kissed my temple before heading out, promising he’d call later. I went straight to the bathroom, desperate for a shower to wash off the road. I turned on the faucet, and instantly hissed in pain as scalding water blasted against my hand. I yanked it back, my skin flushing red from the burn. The steam was so thick it clouded the mirror. My heart thudded. I knew that heater. It had a safety valve, one I’d never touch, one you’d have to deliberately tamper with to make it this dangerous.

It was hard to get him to reply, no matter how many messages I sent him. So, I came up with many excuses to see him. To prevent any awkward rejections, I spent a lot of money on buying him and his team members bracelets for good luck. That way, he couldn't reject my gifts. Every time I wanted to give him food, I made sure to buy it in batches. His team members could tell that I was interested in him, so they started to tease us relentlessly. "Jay, Kaitlyn's pretty and treats you well. Loosen up and fold already."

If he kept talking low and dirty to her, she’d come for sure. “It itches, like a thousand ants are marching over my skin. I need to rub somewhere—anywhere. My muscles are poised just on the edge so that if they tighten even an eighth of a centimeter I’ll explode. I burn inside like a river of molten lava is flowing through my veins.”

Set Fire and Burn Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Violence, Murder/Assassination, Strong Language, Sex, Death, Substance Abuse, Dismemberment, Blood/Gore, Mutilation of Corpse, Sexual Assault, Crude Language, Immolation, Imprisonment, Voyeurism, Illegal Activities, Bondage, Prejudice, and Miscarriage. Not all family is blood, some family is found. Wounds take time to heal. Now shut up, sit down, and read this book like a good little mortal.

After a moment, Tucker murmured, "Willow always warned me not to stay up too late… and she made sure there was hot soup waiting when I was done. Damn it…" Since I left, his life had spiraled into chaos. Shelby's affection always seemed shallow. It lacked the genuine care and attention I used to give.