Slow Burn Studio

His hands gripped my hips, steadying me as he moved, each slow thrust driving me closer to the edge. I whimpered, my body straining, every nerve on fire. “The way you’re trembling under me is driving me insane,” his Uncle whispered to my ears. *** When Zara Devereux woke up in another woman’s body, she had only one mission, vengeance. The man who murdered her, Cassian Blackwell, had built his empire on blood and power. But now, she had his wife’s face, and a perfect chance to ruin him from within. What she didn’t plan for was Sterling, Cassian’s enigmatic uncle, a man who saw through her façade long before she confessed the truth. Their attraction became a dangerous secret, blurring the line between deception and desire. Zara discovers the elite world she now inhabits is darker than she ever imagined. In a society built on power, lies, and blood oaths, she must either play their game, or lose everything all over again. Can she unmask the truth before it consumes her... or will she become the next casualty behind the mask?

Alpheus Academy is known as the academy of magic—which people hated the most. They wanted to destroy this academy, but the students there powerful. Their entirety is filled and composed with dark magic that even taking a glance at them may burn your soul. Then Andre appeared, a person who holds the greatest magic. The person that the Alpheus waited for. He possessed powerful magic, but he can't use it, not even a single time—until hatred ate his soul, his power awakened without his control. The Academy believed that Andre is the one who can stop the war, the one who will prove to everyone that the academy isn't always about evilness, but wielding such magic. Will his power be the hope of revolution? or will it create destruction?

In a world of betrayal and cruelty, Allison is cast adrift from the cold embrace of her family, her fate destined for the merciless hands of the Mafia. As a slave in the household of the ruthless Ndrangheta clan, Allison is at the mercy of Ramiro, a heartless Mafia boss who sees her as nothing more than a plaything for his insatiable desires. Amidst the suffocating brutality, a shocking revelation awaits. The fickle hand of Cupid strikes, binding the hearts of Allison and Ramiro in an unlikely romance, their passions colliding in a tempestuous embrace.As the embers of their forbidden love burn white-hot, will Allison be able to break free from the chains of enslavement that bind her to the Ndrangheta? Or will the allure of forbidden love entice her to stay, as the dark shadows of danger draw ever closer?

Carmilla Westwood never imagined her life would be sold with a signature. Forced into a marriage with Evans Reeds—the darkly seductive and merciless heir to the most feared werewolf pack, she is thrown into a savage world where power reigns and weakness is hunted. To the pack, she’s an outsider. Unworthy. Breakable. But Carmilla isn’t as fragile as she looks. As she battles the brutal hierarchy and Evans’ infuriating dominance, a twisted attraction begins to burn between them—wild, wicked, and dangerously consuming. Then she uncovers a chilling truth, the powerful family she now calls hers might be the ones who destroyed her past. She was forced to be his Luna... but she might just become his downfall.

Torn between the memories of a love that once was and the promise of a future filled with joy and stability, Camilla must decide—who is truly deserving of her heart? Lucius broke her heart and divorced her, not knowing who she truly was. Five years later, Lucius begs her for forgiveness when he loses everything. *** "Silly Camilla, I loved you before knowing who you are, and I'll love you until my last breath. You're the only thing I can never sacrifice. If I have to burn the world down just for you, I'd do it in the blink of an eye. I'd take every blow just to keep you safe."

On the night I heard the rumor that my husband; My Alpha. The man who holds dear to my heart impregnated another lady. I couldn't believe my eyes. He desperately needed an heir and hence I'm not showing evidence of conceiving anytime soon. But what shock my heart; I was wrongly accused of poisoning the same lady who has sworn to scatter my marriage. My husband neither believed me or look second into my eyes for truth. He sent me to prison, despite all my pleading. But, the moon goddess is busy working for me. I'm with child! And once I'm out of here, the world will burn to my feet.

“Open up,” he ordered, and I immediately obeyed. He checked to see if I had swallowed. His eyes blazed as he nodded in approval. “That’s like a good girl.” I blushed at the compliment as I nibbled on my lips, feeling satisfied at being praised washing over my every being. His eyes followed my little action. “What are you to say, pet?” He asked as he began stroking my head. “Thank you, master. “I replied shyly. At this point, I knew that I was too far gone to stop. I enjoyed it way too much—the feeling of being controlled. He burns for her and will burn down the world to have her.

“You should’ve stayed gone,” Damon growled, his claws flexing. “Whatever you’ve become, it doesn’t change the fact you were never meant to lead.” Kael smiled, slow and cruel, the glow of runes dancing beneath his skin. “And you were never meant to rule.” _ In the ruthless world of wolves, Kael was born with skin that marked him as different — cursed, whispered some, forgotten by the Moon, said others. Discriminated against and dismissed by his own pack, Kael's only ally was Damon, the wolf he helped rise to Alpha. But power changes wolves. Betrayed, humiliated, and cast out, Kael disappears into the wilds, where death was meant to claim him. Instead, a prophecy found him. With a heritage rooted in ancient magic and bloodlines long thought extinct, Kael is reborn as something new, something dangerous. When he returns, stronger and stranger than any wolf alive, the very pack that rejected him will be forced to kneel… or burn. But fate isn’t done with Kael yet. His greatest enemy still wants him close—and someone new may hold the key to his heart. The only problem? Kael was never meant to belong to anyone.

In Black Salt, love is a sickness you can’t hide—a slow gnawing beneath the skin that leaves you hollowed, grayed, and eventually gone. No one stays long enough to see it through; they leave before the rot finishes its work. It’s what the town teaches you: when it starts, you run. You look away. You survive by pretending not to feel. But Atlas is tired of pretending. The halls of Black Salt High are full of kids pretending they don’t see each other’s bruised hearts, pretending their bones aren’t already whispering warnings. Still, he can’t forget the weight of a father who stayed—not out of love, but because he never felt it deep enough to decay. That truth lingers in Atlas like a second shadow. And then there’s Nova—the outsider with a storm in her bones. And Wren, all sharpness and fight. Milo, who cracks jokes to keep the silence at bay. Luce, who wears her thorns like jewelry. Together, they don’t know how to stop the rot. But they’re learning how to sit with it, how to name it, how to refuse the small, hollow deaths of pretending not to care. In a town where love is a death sentence, staying might be the bravest thing of all.

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.