Slow Burn Stories Novels & Stories

It's been five good years yet I'm still deprived from sex and honestly it's been exhausting and emotionally draining. ****** It was past 11:30pm and I stood to go home. After drinking for the longest time, I was very horny…like really horny. I got into the car, half drunk and half aware of what I was doing. I drove back to the Blackwood Mansion. The mansion was still the same, towering amongst all other houses there. Every corner was decorated with ornamental flowers and two guards were always standing at the door. I managed to walk inside trying to hide the fact that I was really horny and not in a good condition.

The world slows down, the wind stills, and something about his gloomy presence forces the thorny grasses to bow as the air catches a vulgar stench of danger, as if the very appearance of this man can dissolve life itself. Even I do not know I’ve stopped breathing as I look at him… until a sharp pain hits the point between my neck and my shoulder, and I gasp out a quick breath before pure darkness envelops me. . . . . . . The point where I was hit feels sore and stiff. In fact, my whole body shares the same predicament—my limbs, joints, spine, rib cage… everywhere with a bone. Forcing myself and tearing through my limits, I rise to a sitting position on the soft bed.

His rolled up sleeves reveal the thick veins in his forearms, and the scent of him, that woodsmoke and sharp musk, seems to drift across the rows of desks, clogging my lungs. "Most writers fail because they are afraid to feel," Professor Tyler begins, his eyes snapping back to mine for a split second before moving on. "They describe a scene like a blueprint. But a story is not a blueprint. It is an experience. If you want your reader to bleed, you have to describe the coldness of the blade. If you want them to burn, you have to make them feel the heat of the skin."

Tell me what you think about this novel—do you like it? Oh, and this is a slow-burn story, so things won’t be rushed. But I’ll do my best to write it as beautifully as possible. Thank you, everyone. 🥺💗

Atlas retorted through gritted teeth. However, the firefighters would not let him go closer, and his heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the villa. "Get out of the way! Let go of me! Naomi! Naomi!" Suddenly, a massive explosion came from the villa. The beams holding it up snapped and collapsed. In that instant, Atlas disregarded everything and pushed the firefighters aside with all his might. "Mr. Payne!" Someone yelled as burning-hot air rushed toward Atlas. Childhood memories flooded Atlas with terror, making it impossible for him to move. However, the thought of Naomi suffering terribly in the fire made it impossible for him to stay put. He covered his nose and screamed Naomi's name

After the call ended, Jennifer grabbed Gavin by the ear. "Who's taming who, huh?" Gavin, brimming with excitement, lifted her in his arms for a big hug and a kiss. They were oblivious to what Jennifer would do to him on the day they would have nothing left to fight with. Outside, the heat kept climbing, and the TV news was all about the scorching temperatures, non-stop. So far, it counted how many people got burned by the brutal sun, and how many died from the heat.

The venom was still roaring through me, a slow-burning drug that turned my blood to liquid fire and my mind to smoke. Every pull Lucian had taken from my neck lingered like an echo, making my skin feel too tight, too sensitive, every raindrop a needle of heat. My thoughts were gone—scattered, drowned—replaced by one pulsing, animal need: more. Deeper. Him.

Sierra’s POV She drifted in a sea of smoke and warmth, darkness curling soft and strange around her body—not cold like night, not cruel like pain, but safe. Familiar. It lapped at her skin like a tide that had been waiting centuries to find her again. Something pulsed beneath her ribs. Slow. Ancient. A heartbeat that wasn’t quite hers.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.