A Heart So Cold And Wicked Novels & Stories

He whispered sarcastically. I pulled off the ear tip and wrapped it back around my neck, I didn't say anything. He was definitely right, he had a horrible heart. I had to examine his chest, for some reason my hands were shaking. I bit my tongue and had my hands roam his chest, his chest was unexpectedly warm compared to my icy cold hands.

I know he is just saying all these things to make me leave Mike and come to him, but I can’t, I don’t love him. “Mike is a heartless killer…..” “He is not a killer!” I cut him off. I know Mike is rude, cold and arrogant but that’s it, he will never kill anyone. He isn’t that heartless. “Il mio cuore, don’t trust everything you see. Many things are not what they seem like” “But I know Mike” He laughs,“I know him better than you and believe me when I say he is a killer” he pause. “Have you ever asked him what he does for a living?”

His defiance was a stark contrast to her cold indifference, a reminder that no matter how powerful she was, there were still things she could never understand or possess. Yolanda's reaction was chilling. Instead of anger, she burst into laughter, a sound that echoed eerily through the empty room, tinged with madness. "Heartless?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with cold amusement. "You're absolutely right. I am heartless. Emotions mean nothing to me." Her unapologetic admission sent a wave of cold dread through us. This was a woman who had completely severed herself from any semblance of humanity, and in that detachment, she had become even more dangerous.

He looked through the window at Sebastian and Theresa. … In the hospital room, Sebastian looked serious as he pulled out a silver needle and held it between his fingers. A faint, white fog wreathed itself around the silver needle. Whitney wasn't just suffering from cold energy. The sugar coating of the vitamin had increased the speed with which the cold energy was freezing the vital points in her heart. If an advanced piece of equipment was used to examine Whitney, it would be sure to reveal that a layer of frost had already formed on her heart.

Hell, the thoughts of it alone sent shivers through his body. An image of her looking angry and blaming him for taking advantage of her came to his head. “How could you do this to me? I knew you were wicked, but I never knew you would go to the extent of taking advantage of me. I hate you”. Shit. I shouldn’t be imagining this. He muttered and shook his head in order to free himself from the heaviness of the thoughts alone. It felt so real. Sleep Elena. He whispered to her, but somehow her grip on his hand tightened and a tear slid from her closed eyes, taking him unawares.

"I watched him do wicked things to the people he claimed to love. He showed every sign of being exactly the kind of man that I was supposed to run as far away from as my legs could carry me. But every time he looked at me with lust or something akin to love, I felt myself melt. My stupid heart would fall at the sign of anything that looks like brutality because I guess my life experiences have taught me that men are best served cold and brutal." I chuckled lightly to myself, wallowing in self pity.

He looked at me dead in the eye and directed the lyrics towards me and they stung so bad ! Guilt, remorse, anger, sadness, etc had started to replace my previous excitement and it seemed as if my song choice had back fired at me when he compared his cold heart to winter and stated that it shall remain cold towards me just like winter would obstinately stay even in the month of August ! He mentioned that his heart could even work as a “Snowpiercer” in the freaking “winter” and that it shall remain so for a long running time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I recited the incantation out loud, my voice steady but laced with sarcasm. "Krampus, devourer of the wicked, I summon you. Come and claim what is rightfully yours." The candles flickered weakly. Nothing happened at first. I rolled my eyes, thinking what a waste of time this was. I was about to snuff out the flames and just rub one out to some p**n when the room suddenly grew freezing cold. Frost spread across the glass panes like living veins, and the overhead lights buzzed before going out completely, leaving only the eerie blue glow from the candles.

Her knuckles were white, the skin like parchment. “I thought I had secured you,” she whispered, her voice cracking for a fraction of a second. “That he’d simply believed me when I told him I was pregnant with his child. But he was gutting you right under my nose. He let me believe I was in control while he was signing our death warrants eighteen years ago.” “He wasn't just cold, Vivienne. He was playing a long game." I moved closer to the desk. “He let me build his company so that he could watch it all get ripped away from me from the grave. He didn't do that to a son. He did that to an intruder. Tell me why he looked at me and saw a stranger.”

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?"