Warm Bodies Novel Novels & Stories

Kit commented. "Oh—yeah, he's my favorite too." Anderson stuttered, distracted from checking on Kit's body. Anderson wanted to run away. His mind is functioning in an overdrive. He can't understand what he feels and why he feels this way, but he managed to stop himself. He doesn't want to look like an idiot in front of Kit. But Anderson could not stop looking at Kit in his peripheral vision. Especially his long lashes that make his blue orbs so irresistible. Kit doesn't smoke, so his lips are naturally pink. When Kit would feel Anderson looking at him, Anderson would quickly divert his attention to the movie.

The flames would shoot up again , sending out sparks . I felt warmer now . I had struggled in the water for long , my body had almost frozen. At some point,I suddenly felt warm, I knew it was the end of me . My body was conserving all the warmth it had left, I was going to die . My skin had turned pale with cold . Just when I had given up on being rescued, I felt a huge hand wrap itself around my waist , and scoop me out of the water. That was the last thing I remembered.

Amara's POV The first sensation that filtered through the hazy edges of my consciousness was warmth. Not just the comforting weight of the blankets, though they were undeniably soft and heavy, cocooning me in a luxurious embrace. It was the warmth of their bodies, a powerful, protective heat, wrapped around me on all sides, a living, breathing fortress.

The world returned to her slowly. Not all at once, not suddenly, but in fragments—like frozen earth beginning to thaw at the first breath of spring—cracking, painful, and still threatening to freeze over again. Rea didn't move. At first, she didn't even feel her body, only the warmth around her, shifting gently—not the light that had once radiated from her—it was gone—but something real, tangible, enveloping every part of her. Water. Warm. Heavy. It soaked through her clothes, her hair, her skin, as if it was pulling her back into the body some unknown force had just completely overwritten.

“I really love what you do here, I could help with the follow-up and see if anything can be done to hasten the process.” Her eyes widened, “I’d be really glad if you could do that.” “By tomorrow.” She mumbled a thank you as I walked away. And if it wasn’t that I was starting to feel weird, I’d have gone to way more people. But the body was hellishly strange like it was trying to pass a message across to me. Back at the wing, I noticed it properly for the first time and that was when I realized that the warmth from earlier wasn’t just normal and it also hadn’t gone away at all, it only got more specific and I hadn’t noticed it all day because I was really occupied.

WARNING: Drugging, forced heat, breeding kink under coercion, body horror, identity confusion, potential pregnancy from assault, omega abuse, graphic sex. 🥵💔 _____ Consciousness returns slowly, like a tide creeping up a shore. The first thing I register is warmth—not the comforting warmth of a blanket, but a slick, suffocating heat that seems to emanate from my very bones. Water laps against my skin, and my eyes flutter open to find myself submerged in a porcelain tub, completely naked.

I had seen Lucas using it many nights from my bedroom window, the tall, muscular single dad next door who always seemed to be working out or relaxing alone. I was wearing only a tiny black bikini I’d thrown on in a rush. The water felt incredible against my skin as I sank down, letting the jets massage my tense muscles. Then the sliding glass door opened. Lucas stepped out, wearing nothing but low-slung swim trunks with a towel slung over his shoulder. His body was sculpted– broad shoulders, defined abs, and powerful thighs. He froze when he saw me. “Zara?” His voice was deep, surprised but not angry. “What are you doing in my hot tub?”

No powers and abilities, nothing. All of a sudden, she felt something wrap around her body. She turned her head to his side. He was shirtless. He wrapped his shirt around her shoulders. Her eyes fell on his abs. He had such a body that could fascinate any woman. She averted her gaze. "Thank you." She mumbled. Then she again turned to him when something hit her. "What about you?" "My body can take the chilly weather. Wolves are the beasts that like to live on ice. We have the heat inside us to easily deal with it."

She seemed flustered, but she remained proud as she declared, "Noelle, how dare you hit me! I will never let you get away with this!" Smiling, I knelt beside her. "Very well. Don't accuse me of picking on you—call whoever you want, I'll be waiting right here. I'm eager to see how you'll get back at me!" Irina shot me a ferocious glare. Struggling to get back on her feet, she made a call. "Hey, look into someone for me. I want to kill her with my own hands! Her name's Noelle Sawyer, a black wolf… What do you mean you found nothing, you piece of trash?"

Ray took the offered hand and felt a small shiver go through him at how warm Brian' skin was compared to his. As he was pulled along toward the front, he could feel how warm the alpha’s whole body was. He radiated heat and it made the impulse to curl up in his lap return. They got their coats at the door, and Brian took Ray’s backpack, despite his protests. They walked out to the valet and waited for the alpha’s car to be brought around. It was already getting dark, and the cold was getting almost unbearable. Ray started inching toward Brian unconsciously as they waited, drawn by the warmth rolling off the alpha. He moved closer and closer until he was pressed to his side, shivering, arms wr