Slow Burning Book Novels & Stories

“I couldn’t sleep… I was looking for a book.” With little choice, Sparkle walked into the room and took a quick look around. This room was gorgeous during the day, but at night, with flickering shadows floating around... it was purely amazing. Really, was there anything prettier than a firelight? When she shifted her gaze back to him, Sparkle realized the glow from the fire shining in his dark brown eyes was nearly hypnotic. Which was a silly thought to have, so she pushed it away fast. “Would you mind terribly if I borrow one of your books? TV is just so boring and…”

Amberjill said and they moved, no long the capital was in sight, it was just like the mercury tower but this one was shaped like a cube, a large cube, no doors or window just large plain metal cube. They walked towards it and it stood there with no chance of accessing it “What now?” Amberjill asked “Roxanne you are the fire” he said, Roxanne walked close to the cube, touched it and it felt smooth, after touching it trying to find a hidden button or soft spot like in the box, she gave up “I have no idea how to access this thing, it’s impossible, there are no doors or codes or anything, maybe it’s not what you think it is” she said

"I've brought you some broth to help you along." Heat builds inside me. It's a slow burn that starts in the pit of my stomach and moves up until I can barely contain it in my throat. I'm miserable and dangerous-not a good combination. I don't need anything from her or anyone else. "Get the fuck out." I barely move my lips because if I open my mouth, she will be a pile of ash.

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.

I was late morning when Tristan entered the room pulling my head of the book, I looked at him in slight amazement. “We have the conference call in twenty minutes.” He greeted stepping into the room as I looked up. “What?” He asked and I held up the book. “Tristan, this book.” I stated not really knowing how to explain it. “It’s a novel, just a story that I found in the library, but it’s based on a family of werewolves, the two daughters, twins, were born with a special gift, they could produce fire and ice.” I uttered and watched as his brows rose. “They later became joint alphas of the their pack. Do you think this could be the story of the alpha twins that we were looking for?”

He laughed "I love you, Ravenna North" "And I love you, Axel North" * This is the literal end of Fire and Ice! Finally! I just wanna say a big thank you to all the people that read to this point and also to the people that cared enough to text me on my g***l which is still ojegift99@g***l.com. I love you all so much and I'd miss you all terribly ಥ╭╮ಥ If you're asking if they would be a sequel on Briar and Kyle?

Jeremy’s dark and cold expression changed. Clearly, he was convinced by what Joy said. “You’re really smart, Bae. I’m too impatient. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll execute the plan when you say it’s time.” Then, they started shamelessly dirty talking. I hurriedly turned off the security footage, cradled my chest, leaned over the toilet bowl, and gagged. My eyes burned with such rage that they became bloodshot. I turned on the water tap and dunked my head into the water-filled basin. The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up.

It was small. A spark, a flicker—something so insignificant that it should never have changed his life. But it did. Nathaniel remembered the way the flames spread, slow at first, creeping along the edges of the old curtains before swallowing them whole. He remembered the thick, suffocating smoke curling toward the ceiling, the acrid scent of burning wood and fabric stinging his throat. His hands trembled as he tried but couldn't put it out, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Come on, Charlotte." And I flee to the chill sanctuary of the library, to hide in my book. ***** Some while later, the fire burn low; embers flicker and glow, dancing patterns of dragon-fire and nightshade. It's lovely, reminding me of my boyhood home. I toss on a couple more logs. I don't want the fire to die. The fumes from the brandy are heady and soporific and were it not for my reading, I might simply let sleep take me.

I loosen up my tie, rest my back on this humongous seat, and rub my temple repeatedly. But when I finally open my eyes, the figure is still there. And right now, she’s taking baby steps toward me. A smile appears on my face when this goddess gorgeous woman calls me in her usual sensual tone, "Hi, Dmitri Sullivan. I’ve finally caught you. Are you ready to satisfy my cravings?" “The Virgin’s Cravings it is,” say the two of them inwardly. - THE END - to be continued... THE MISTRESS'S CRAVINGS: HIS BETROTHED (BOOK 2)