Slow Burn Studio Novels & Stories

"I've told you, now isn't the time. We'll talk about this when the company's in a better place." Shelby's face darkened with fury. "If you're going to be this tight-fisted, maybe I should find another sponsor. You're a complete disappointment," she sneered. With that, she turned and stormed out. She slammed the door firmly behind her, not once looking back. Tucker's gaze lingered on the door as it slowly closed. A deep exhaustion weighed on him like an unbearable burden. The company's ongoing troubles were already a constant source of stress, and Shelby's harsh outbursts only made it worse.

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?

Lavender sighed, and cleared the table, and left the room. Lavender entered the kitchen, dumped the toast in the trash, and placed the dishes in the sink. Marcel, Wyett, and Cyan sat at the table discussing the pack. “They all scattered. How would we find them all?” Wyett questioned. “I don’t know if we can. We don’t know where they went or how many joined Marcus. Besides, we are small and without a home. We don’t have the resources to track them.” Marcel sighed. “Once you establish a home, some may return. You may consider just building the pack up again.” Cyan suggested. “Where would we start building again?” Marcel questioned. “The Ranch next door is for sale. It would be a place to start

I connected my phone and let the screen glow to life. For a while, I just scrolled—Instagram, texts, mindless nothing—filling Jade in on my apparent life sentence one message at a time. Her rapid-fire responses came through in all caps and rage emojis, which only made me snort softly into the quiet room. Eventually, though, the weight of the day caught up to me. My eyes burned. My fingers slowed. The screen blurred as my eyelids drooped lower and lower, each blink lasting a little longer than the last.

thermal acceleration" —none of which made much sense to me. But as I flipped further into the journal, the entries became more personal. More frantic. {The project is spiraling out of control. We thought we could contain it, but the models were wrong. The simulations were wrong. We’re not prepared for what’s coming.} {The heat is spreading faster than we anticipated. The atmosphere is destabilizing. There’s no stopping it now. God help us all.} My heart began to race as I read the final few entries, the words scrawled hastily, as if the person writing them had been in a panic. {The Burning is inevitable. We’ve failed. There’s nothing left but survival.}

The feeling lasts all the way until she steps into the door at work, and remembers that her job sucks. The building that houses Realism (the company Caroline works for) is a small building located right in the middle of Soho. It used to be one of the biggest strip bars in London, before the owner was sent to jail for embezzling tax returns. A pioneering entrepreneur bought it, and converted it into a broadcasting center. Slowly the company had managed to build a solid reputation, and recently had become a large player in the multi million p**n industry, due to the quality of their performers and a generous pricing policy.

she asked politely. Lola was not the social media type. She knew how to dance and it came naturally to her so it was not a problem. But she would need Josh’s extra hand with recording the videos and uploading them. Josh understood as he agreed instantly. “Sure I will princess even if you did not ask.” He said as he winked. “I will also lend out my studio to you free of charge. If you want it of course.” He added thereby earning a surprised look from Lola.

Arjun asked curiously. Neal let out a heavy sigh and wiped his tears, then began to tell the events happened since Kaiden came to see him. __________________ Hunter couldn't believe his eyes. The whole place was on fire. All weapons and documents they kept there was being devoured by the flames. "Thank God! I had transferred the important files the other day to mansion." Jeong breathed out, looking at the fire in front of them. Kaiden and Jeong looked at their boss. They couldn't tell what's going on his head. The loss is not small. If there is an immediate attack, they will not be able to fight it alone. They need back up.

I was feeling cold even though the it was really hot and I couldn't stop the feeling that someone else was in the room with me. I released sharp shaky breaths as I reached for my airpords and I resumed my music. It was Save me Slowly by Sodaq. I slowed my breaths as I tried to follow the lyrics. And as I walked closer to the edge of the earth. I need you to save me slowly. Eventually, I drifted off to a deep but not sound sleep. Because it was full of nightmares. Of things I'd rather forget. *********** It was hot. Like really hot.