Warm Novels & Stories

Something hot. Tears.

"B*tch it's soooooo hooooottt," I groaned. It's so hot today and I don't know why. "B*tch please, it's raining outside, how can you still feel hot?" Rhea raised an eyebrow at me. "Hot you say? Well that's because I'm here and I'm—" "Shut up! Jordan!" Cora and Rhea didn't let Jordan finished his speech about him being 'hot'. "Why are we in the market again?" I asked, like seriously, we're in a freaking super market!

It is followed by a beep soon after. I tap the notification. A series of messages from my best friend appears on the screen. Mo : *why didn't you pick up?* Mo : *sorry, forgot it's weekend. You're absolutely occupied right now* She adds a winky face at the end. Mo : *I just want to check in. Aaaand, brag* Another winky face. Mo : *Girl, omg I'm soooooo luckyyyyyy* Mo : *look at these! I'm in paradiiiiise*

At the very least, it wasn’t bad enough to force me to see a doctor. The walk back to my flat was cold and by the time I reached my door, it felt like I was breathing in icicles. Shutting the door behind me, I was glad I left the heat on to 71 degrees. It was a little warm but it would help me defrost a little. Hanging up my jacket and bag, I immediately hit the shower. The water would warm me up and then I’d be good to go. Making some tea after my shower, I was staring at the cup when my phone went off again. Grabbing it, I growled at the caller ID.

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

The view that stretched out in front of them rendered them speechless. Malachi put their luggage down in the bedroom as Jessica walked out onto the deck. Malachi joined her with two cold beers from the fridge and handed one to her. It was insanely hot and the humidity was almost oppressive since they were used to the weather in Seward. Malachi took his shirt off and Jessica grinned at him. “We just got here.” Malachi emptied his beer and walked back to the covered part of the deck and took the rest of his clothes off as he stood just inside their bedroom. “That looks very inviting.”

Few minutes later, a beep came from Alex phone. Alex grabbed his phone quickly not containing his excitement. "Oh Jojo, I got my first match, and look, she's texted." He went quickly to see her Display picture, but he couldn't see her face probably because she was looking up at the sky and had huge sun glasses on, but Alex could tell she was really beautiful and the killer body she had made him even more satisfied. "Oh Jojo, this is it, I have scored. Cupid really favoured me. What's her name... Amanda Walters." A smirk slowly growed on his face. "Well, hello Amanda."

"Where?" "In the tundras... bring coats. It'll be freezing and full of snow."

I whispered, a warm feeling welling up in my heart. As time went by, the tension in our home seemed to grow even thicker as darkness enveloped us. I went into the bathroom, ready to wash off the day's fatigue, but my heart still struggled to calm down. The moment I closed the door, I made a point of checking the lock to make sure it was locked. I had recently cultivated this habit as a form of self-preservation. The water gurgled, and I tried to immerse myself in the comfort of its heat, but my thoughts were unbridled and uncontrollable. I kept thinking back to Victor's malicious gaze, and my heart was filled with unease.

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made m