Slow Burn Stories Novels & Stories

Want to see you. I hesitated, staring at the screen. “Okay, I can do this,” I whispered. But when I slipped my shorts off and got my phone ready to record, fingers between my legs touching how soaked I was, my mind wasn’t on the club guy at all. It was on Riven. On what I’d seen in his room, how big he was, the way he’d yelled at me to get out but his eyes had lingered. I made the video thinking of him the whole time rubbing myself, moaning soft into the quiet room, dripping wet and whispering stuff I shouldn’t. It felt dirty and good and so wrong. I hit send without thinking twice, forwarding it to the “Don’t Call” contact because that’s who I had open from earlier.

I grabbed my phone and opened W******p, my fingers flying across the screen as anger and panic mixed inside me. **Me:** Why would you deceive me like that?! You knew that was my house when you were coming over, didn’t you? You’re my dad’s boss! How could you do that? You watched me do all those nasty things and then you just show up here like it’s normal? I can’t believe you! I sent it and waited, breathing hard. His reply came a couple of minutes later. **HotFantasy88:** Calm down, Susan. I didn’t plan for it to happen this way, but when I saw your last name and address, I couldn’t resist. You’re even more beautiful in person. We can talk about this properly. Don’t do anything rash.

For the first four hours, it was. They mapped the publication plan — Elian walking Dante through the architecture of his evidence, Dante filling the gaps with material that made Elian's pen move faster and his eyes go flat with the concentration of someone building something load-bearing. They identified six stories within the master narrative that could be published independently if the full publication was suppressed — sequenced time-bombs, each one detonating part of The Meridian's infrastructure even if the others were somehow contained.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

Honestly, It was absurd because barely an hour ago I’d been sprinting through the lobby, late as hell with that damn flash drive clutched in my fist while I dodged security just to make the meeting on time. Marcus who was the over-strict CEO back then that barked orders, now had his long, thick and big veiny cock stretching my mouth…and fuck, the worst part was how wet it made me. Two hours earlier none of this had happened yet. I handed my boss the wrong flash drive on a Monday morning, and by 9 a.m. I was sitting at my desk trying to figure out how to explain forty-seven minutes of myself getting used at an underground fetish club to a man whose coffee order I’d had memorized for two years

The full moon hung low and swollen over the Blackwood Forest, its silver light filtering through the cabin windows like liquid mercury. Mark woke suddenly, his body burning from the inside out. A deep, unnatural heat surged through his veins, making every muscle twitch and spasm. Sweat poured down his chest even though the room was cool. His heart hammered like a war drum. Between his legs, his cock was already rock-hard and throbbing painfully, far harder than it had ever been, even during their passionate sex earlier that night.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

3 ARBEN I’ve never been one for redemption stories. In my world, there’s no room for weakness, no space for regret. Regret is for fools. I learned that a long time ago. People like to throw around words like evil, as if it means something. As if being called evil is supposed to make me feel ashamed. But the truth? I thrive on it. Being evil is where I find my power. It’s what separates me from the rest of them—the ones who cling to their pathetic morals, pretending that there’s some higher ground to stand on.

"Hey, I'm trying to make sure you're happy. Way I see it, you're gonna sex him up, and then oh so casually slide in that he needs to come meet your sister." I laugh quietly. "Yes. I'm sure he'll be so delirious, that he agrees with no problem." "You never know." My phone vibrates, and Laury leans over as I open the message. "Get outta here." I elbow her. She snickers as I unlock my phone. Law:Cabin 16. 7pm. "Cabin?" I ask, confused. "Yes, Sarah. The cabins are the ones with the hot tubs. Please, I beg of you, take lots of pictures."

Swinging my legs off the bed, I slip my feet into my warm slippers and put on my robe. I begin filling my bathtub. I move at my own pace. I understand how furious he would be if I were to be one minute late. However, he currently lacks any control over me. I’m no longer his wife. I continue to add the extra lavender oil that Noah really enjoys. I’ve already poured it before I realize what I’m doing. Will I ever recover?