Slow Burner Novels & Stories

Always the charmer. I didn’t write back immediately. I wanted her to wait for it, wanted the anticipation to do half the work. Then, slowly, I wrote: Let’s see if I can make you squirm without touching you. She didn’t look at me. But she blushed. Real hard. I bit back a smirk. My sneaker found her ankle. Just a light nudge. Then a slow, teasing drag up toward her calf. I didn’t push too far, just enough to remind her of everything we almost talked about last night. Everything she wanted.

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.}

"Entropy happens." "We are not shutting down dinner because you have a sensitive nose," Mira said. "Go sit down. Drink some water. Take a pill. Whatever you need to do to stop vibrating." "I am not vibrating!" Cale shouted. "I am warning you! The mixture is too rich! If you light another burner..." "We're lighting all of them!" Leo said, turning the knob on the back burner. "I need to boil the potatoes!" Click. Click. Whoosh. The burner lit. Blue flame danced.

"THAT BASTARD! I WILL KILL HIM!" Hunter roared as he paced back and forth in his study. Kaiden closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Will you calm down for a second?" He asked calmly. Hunter stopped his pacing and looked at his right hand man incredulously. "How can I be calm Kai? And..and why are YOU so calm? They could have killed your dad!" He shout throwing his hands up.

There was a fire place which they made in order to keep themselves warm. All of them where seen gathered around the fire like it was a committee of witches having their meeting, planning on a mission to devour. Each of them was putting on thick article of clothing to help the body warm faster. The cold was much like it was winter. It’s a known phenomenon that areas surrounded by water are most often cool especially the cool breeze that makes one thing that he or she was about to freeze. That’s because, during the day, the sun heats hard on the ground producing heat that helps warm the rivers, then at night, the river produced immense cool breeze that helps to keep the ground cold. It exhibit

“Once you learn to control your flames, I could save a lot on my gas bill.” I scoffed. “Do I look like a stove to you?” He shrugged. “Not right now, but earlier you reminded me of one.” I held up my middle finger and he chuckled. “Just make my hot chocolate, Gargoyle.” Smile still in place, he winked at me, then turned back to what he was doing. As I watched him, I thought about the kitchen I’d grown up in. There was only one long counter in my mom’s kitchen, the sink, stove, and fridge taking up the other wall. A narrow pantry next to the basement door had held our boxed foods. The canned foods were stored in the basement, both home-canned and store-bought. The sink was a solid piece, addin

Item: Basic Fire Bomb Item Level: 5 Item Type: Uncommon Item Cooldown: 1 second (one bomb) 10 minutes (three bombs in 5 seconds) Blast Range: 5 meters Description: A one-time use item that does minimal damage on contact but adds the effect on the target. does flat 50 damage every 5 seconds and lasts for 5 minutes. If used on targets weak to fire, the burn damage is doubled. can be stacked up to three times.

The house became its winter self gradually and then completely. The eight-burner range justified itself in ways that could not have been anticipated in October — it was the center of the house in winter, the room that everything else organized itself around, the source of warmth and smell and the specific occupied quality of a kitchen that was doing real work. Dante cooked in the winter with a seriousness he hadn't had in summer, when the warmth made heavy food unnecessary. Winter food was a different system — slower, more committed, things that required hours and rewarded them.

He continued. "First of all, we don't have anything like Soheila's spirit ring." Hector said as he looked at Zachary. Zachary, "..." "Next, didn't any of you notice that Soheila's stove was quite different from what we have?" Hector continued as he asked them. His brows furrowed while remembering Soheila's stove. There was no fire coming out of it when they activated it, however, it heats the pan. When they placed their hand on top of it, there was no heat. But when they place a pan, they could feel the heat. The odd thing is, there was a fire button and when they click it, red flames appeared, and a plus and a negative sign appeared to choose the temperature of the fire. When they touched t

But some parts of his body were still twitching uncontrollably. Confused, I couldn't help but ask, "Why isn't he healing?" I have not come across severe burns but I'm sure we will start healing as soon as the burning stops. Dabbing Owin's burnt toes with purple medicine, the quiet small man with a pompadour hairstyle glanced at me, pushed his specs back and squinted. "Yes, Luna. You're very sharp," an airy squeaky voice spoke. "He should be healing but he's not. I suspect there's something in that kay-ro-sin slowing it down."