Slow-burn-romance Stories

A girl who sees ghosts. A magic out of control. A group hellbent on destroying what they're afraid of. Maddie Johnson is sent to a mental institution because she talks to people who aren't there. She insists that they're ghosts. Just as she thinks she's convinced the doctors that she is fine, a dark-haired ghost with dreamy brown eyes rushes in and ruins everything. Instead of going home, she is sent to a halfway house that helps people with mental illness assimilate back into society. Problem is, one of the residents hates her and the house is haunted - oh, and the cute ghost has followed her. Maddie tries to get away, but then she hurts someone using magic she didn't know she possessed. Now she has a new problem. She will have to learn to control her magic. She discovers that the town has secrets; people are going missing. How far are people willing to go to destroy what they are afraid of? Maddie and her attractive-but-annoying spirit might just find out first-hand. FIRE AND MAGIC is an exciting first book in the Jadori Series that will transport romantasy fans to a fascinating world that exists within our own, filled with suspense, danger, magic, ghosts, and romance. © 2024 Susan McKenzie. All rights reserved.

A marriage forged in deceit, bound by a vow of revenge. Bound by a marriage of convenience to the man who shattered her world, she vowed to destroy him. But as their game of deceit unfolded, a dangerous question arose: was she the only one playing..? AZARA 26 years female , who owns a bakery called 'Emberglow' To the world she was a gentle beauty, like the first bloom of spring. Her smile, when it graced her lips, was genuinely warm But it was her eyes, the color of dark, rich earth after a rain, that held the true poetry of her presence , Her skin, the color of warm honey, contrasted exquisitely with the raven wing of her hair, often styled in elegant, understated ways. but deep down those dark brown eyes which held a depth that hinted at storms brewing beneath a serene surface, promising stories she would never tell. "To choose him is to betray them; to avenge them is to lose myself... and perhaps, him too." ZAIL MORETTI 30 years old male , emperor of 'MORETTI EMPIRE' He was the city's shadow king, a mafia boss cloaked in tailored suits and calculated charm. His oceanic eyes, sharp and manipulative, held the glint of ambition and a hint of something colder. . His presence was imposing, his silence more threatening than any shout. He was a man carved from shadows and ambition, ruling his territory with an iron fist. To her , he presented the image of a powerful, perhaps oblivious husband. But behind his dark gaze, revenge simmered, a secret agenda mirroring her own, making their union a battlefield disguised as a wedding. "their aim was to destroy each other but what will happen if they fell in love with each other .... the question arose will they their love over their promise?" [coming soon]

A/N: This is a slow-burn, mythic love story that spans eons. No explicit scenes. Only soul-deep longing, ancient prophecies, and names written in stars. This story is for readers who love romance that feels like poetry and fate. -- Before Time had a name, the Divine Dyads were unmade by the Dark. Now, Their scattered fragments-the Star Shards-must find each other across the Wheel of Rebirth. In a quiet village veiled in bamboo and mist, a sacred Flower blooms-and from it, a child is born. Zhū MìHuā, the Vermillion Secret Flower. Raised in ritual and mystery, she is the first of the Starborn. But far beyond her hidden grove, a boy descends. Chéng Xīngchén, the Prince of Heaven's Path-his name a prophecy, his presence a spark. Together, they are Light and Flame, Path and Bloom-two halves of a Celestial truth that could awaken the gods...or unmake the stars. For their names are more than names. They are echoes of a love older than the sky. And Destiny, once whispered, cannot be undone. -- WHEN THE WEAVER CHILD AWAKENS, THE STARS WILL REMEMBER THEIR SONG -- She was the First. The First of the Star Shards. The Reincarnation of the Pattern that Never Ends. The Spark from which all others would descend. He was made for her. Drawn to her by a Destiny older than Time. Her Fate carved in stone. His, forged in her light. Her existence made his possible. Through her, all others were called into being. Together, they were a myth written in the stars. Spindle of Fate. Flame of the Loom. Breath of the Stars. Path of the Prophecy. Born of the Primordial Dyads. Tears of the Mother Goddess. Seed of the Beast of the South. The Weaver Child. Priestess. Mother. Queen Consort. Way-Maker. Destiny Changer. Now, as ancient powers stir and celestial alignments awaken, her choices will shape not just one fate - but the Fate of all. In her hands lies the story of Heaven and Earth.

In a world where humans and dragons have long been at odds, Jungwon, an unlikely dragon rider, struggles to change the centuries-old conflicts between his people and the fierce creatures. Ni-ki, a skilled warrior and dragon slayer, has lived her whole life believing that dragons are the enemy. But when she's forced to team up with Jungwon after a series of unexpected events, their lives are thrown into chaos. Together, they'll face battles against both dragons and people who want to keep the war alive. Through the fires of tension, loss, and personal growth, will they find a way to save both their worlds-and each other?

Veronica had the perfect life anyone could imagine but it suddenly crashed when everything turned against her, breaking and crushing her down, bit by bit. Not soon later after the betrayal. She suddenly found herself back traveled in time, where everything began. and this Time, she took the chance to make things right, to also get revenge and plan her Life and make things right. She didn't know she'd also meet someone who would make her life turn upside down too.

Forgiveness Isn't the Same as Forgetting follows the emotional journey of John and Mara-once deeply in love, now separated by a painful past shrouded in silence. After five years of absence, Mara returns with a truth that shatters John's world: a secret pregnancy, a devastating illness, and the heartbreaking choice that tore them apart. As they navigate the fragile space between forgiveness and forgetting, they discover that true love doesn't erase pain but chooses to heal despite it. This poignant tale explores how love endures beyond mistakes, absence, and loss-inviting readers to believe in second chances where healing is messy, imperfect, and beautiful.

A continued saga -- The Kebaya, a classic in design only, for the execution of every line and fold were transcendent. Malayan heritage elevated to high fashion-marking them as the artisans responsible for this transformation of tradition into art. "Good heavens," one British matron whispered to her companion, her voice carrying more shock than admiration. "The Princess is wearing village clothing to a Christmas Ball." "Village clothing?" The retort came from a French diplomat's wife, whose Parisian gown suddenly felt ordinary. "My dear, look closer. Clearly an artisan's hand was behind that. Look at the weave-those motifs aren't printed, they're sung into the fabric. It hugs her like it was born on her skin, yet flows like the ocean itself. That's not provincial. It's haute couture at its finest." The first woman's face flushed as she realized her designer gown, for all its European sophistication, had been rendered invisible by the Princess's confident embrace of her own heritage. Around them, other guests were beginning to take notice, conversations dying as heads turned to follow the royal party's progress across the marble floor. When reporters from the Singapore Free Press approached the Princess with notebooks and cameras ready, she smiled with the particular satisfaction of someone whose calculated risk had paid dividends beyond her expectations. "Your Highness, your ensemble tonight is quite... distinctive. Stunning, I might add. Would you tell our readers about your choice?" The Princess's smile deepened as she gestured gracefully toward Swee Eng and Mei Ying. "These remarkable artisans said something to me yesterday that I shall never forget. They told me, 'We create what our hearts know to be true.' Tonight, I wear the truth of who we are-not an imitation of who others think we should become."

In the land of Aurevheim, where time stands still and the blessed never age, faith is eternal-until it is broken. When Aurelia's twin brother is chosen to inherit their father's place, she is certain of his destiny. But when an exiled one dares to return, leaving blackened footprints upon their sacred ground, doubts begin to creep in. What happens when the unshaken faith of Aurevheim is tested? And what if the blessing they cherish is not as eternal as they believed?

Lina's story is more than fiction to me - it represents many parts of myself. The struggles, the hidden pain, the hope for understanding and love... all of it comes from a place deep inside. Writing this journey was a way to explore those feelings and to give voice to the parts we often keep silent. Through Lina, I wanted to show that even when life feels overwhelming and unfair, there's strength in vulnerability and healing in connection. Thank you for sharing this with me. I hope Lina's story touches your heart as much as it did mine.

After Detective Inspector Laxford was given the position that Candy coveted, she decided that she was not going to like him. But Laxford seemed to crop up in Candy's life a lot taking other things that she wanted, on top of that there was a murder to be solved. However difficult it might be, Candy was going to grit her teeth and bear it. But the more she tried to hate this usurper the more Laxford grew on her.

Julian Ash is everything they want - perfect face, perfect voice, perfect lies. But behind the fame, he's breaking. In a world where bodies are harvested for beauty and pain is sold as currency, Julian hides a secret: the heart in his chest doesn't beat. Someone else is living with his stolen heart. And Julian is falling for the wrong person-twice. As the countdown to his group's last shot at stardom begins, his health collapses, his emotions fade, and the hunger to feel again becomes unbearable. His rival touches something deeper. His past won't stay buried. And the truth could ruin them all. Julian's body is flawless-engineered for worship-but he can't feel warmth. Can't feel love. Until HE awaken something he shouldn't want anymore. Now he's caught between: A girl who feels too familiar A boy who knows too much A doctor who plays god And a past soaked in blood and beauty. Two lovers. One stolen heart. A choice that could cost everything.

"I think I'm falling for you Inosuke"... he's a little strange at times, but sometimes he shows a vulnerability that can't be explained. Your heart leaps in your chest and your toes tingle when you're with him, can this become something? "I love you, Inosuke, and I always will" When three mysterious boys appear in your apartment, seemingly from the past, what do you do? Tanjiro, a kind-hearted and hardworking boy, Zenitsu, a very noisy Inosuke alarm and Inosuke, a beautiful boar boy who seems to be all brawn and no brains. How will they cope with this new world, and how will they get back? This is a slow-burn romance (the reader can have any pronouns) and my first time writing after a long vacation away from it. I love Inosuke loads, and I'm sure you do too. I have a lot of experience writing when I used to have my writing blog, and roleplays. Please enjoy it!

She is the girl-next-door, the goody-two-shoes and the Princess of Charming. He's the Prince of SAMCRO, a murderer, an outlaw and one of the most hated amongst law enforcement. What happens when this unlikely pair grow their acquaintance to something more?

When dreams bleed into reality, and a single brushstroke can shatter worlds... Lena always thought her grandmother's stories were just that-stories. Fantastical tales of hidden worlds, ancient seals, and a boy lost in time. But when a forgotten statue in her attic comes to life, Lena is thrust into a collapsing world she unknowingly helped destroy. Now, with a mischievous, talking creature at her side and visions of a boy who feels too familiar, Lena must uncover the truth behind the seal she broke-and the connection that binds her to him across worlds. But time is unraveling, and something far darker was locked away beneath the seal. To fix what was broken, Lena will have to confront her past, her destiny... and the boy who once tried to save the world. A story of magic, dreams, sacrifice-and the love that endures beyond time. --- Miko (The Statue) Miko's Official (and Very Important) Warning ┗⁠(⁠•⁠ˇ⁠_⁠ˇ⁠•⁠)⁠―⁠→ Oi, listen up, sparklebrains! This story? It's not yours. It's ours. And by ours, I mean the brilliant human who wrote it and the adorable magical creature (me) who makes it awesome. So if you even think about stealing this story, its characters, or any part of the juicy drama we're in... I will find you. And I will turn your socks into sentient spaghetti. Don't copy, repost, or claim this work as yours. Got it? Good.☜⁠ ⁠(⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠) Now go read, fall in love, scream a little, and maybe cry a lot. We love that. - Miko, Keeper of Chaos and Cuteness (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)⁠ノ ---

Rishi Malhotra, a 27-year-old COO of Malhotra Consultancy, is an introverted yet caring and charismatic man-widely regarded as the most eligible bachelor in the city. On the other hand, Vaidehi Khanna, a 25-year-old architect at EarthCon, is his complete opposite-an extroverted, vibrant, and compassionate woman who embodies everything a man could hope for in a wife. When destiny intervenes, bringing them together through a matrimonial app, their families arrange a meeting that leads to marriage. But can an arranged union truly blossom into love? Will their contrasting personalities complement each other or drive them apart? To find out, dive into The Arranged Promise-a story of fate, love, and the magic of opposites attracting.

💍 My Wife's an Angel When city heir Ji-ho Park is dragged by his parents to a quiet countryside village, it isn't for a vacation, it's for an arranged marriage. His parents see the union as a perfect transaction: wealth and status in exchange for the Sasaki family's fertile land. But Hinata Sasaki is no ordinary bride-to-be. Raised among rice fields and village traditions, she carries a quiet grace that disarms Ji-ho's arrogance. She's soft-spoken, almost angelic, yet beneath her gentle demeanor lies a stubborn spirit that refuses to be bought or tamed. Thrown together by family duty, Ji-ho and Hinata clash from the moment they meet, his sharp city edges against her simple, grounded ways. What starts as a marriage deal slowly transforms into something, neither of them expected: a bond that tests pride, patience, and the meaning of love itself. Will Ji-ho learn that not everything can be measured in contracts and money? Or will Hinata's angelic light be too pure to survive in his world?

Luz and Amity are tasked with finding the mysterious reader of emotions located in the darkest cave of the Boiling Isles. Luz is excited, Amity is terrified. Will bringing the brightest light to the darkest place known to witch kind be a good idea?

A continued saga , part 3. -- He spoke fluent Bahasa with the coolies, his tone clipped, official. Then he switched to English for the British clerk beside him, instructing him to jot something down. The change was so smooth it unsettled even those accustomed to hearing two tongues at once. The dockworkers answered his questions, but their voices carried the careful neutrality of men who knew too much was dangerous. They kept their eyes down-until Kai appeared. It began quietly. A spine straightening here, a head lifting there. Then it spread. Men who had slouched under questioning now stood taller. Dockhands turned their faces toward Van Der Berg instead of away. Even sailors from neighboring wharves drifted closer, silent, watchful. No one spoke, but the current had shifted. Van Der Berg felt it immediately. The air seemed to press differently against his collar. He looked up, and there was Kai Sung-pale eyes steady, still as stone, watching. The Dutchman had never met him, yet recognition was instant. Not European, not local, but unmistakably the man who commanded this wharf.