A Heart So Cold And Wicked Novels & Stories

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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Experiments. Failed ones. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Oh… hell.” Sera stepped back, eyes darting, heartbeat screaming in her ears. And Mira whispered: “Let’s see if your heart is still cold enough… to kill what you used to be.” Sera’s breath caught as the first of the failed experiments lunged forward. Their eyes glowed faintly not with life, but with purpose. Programmed. Conditioned. Twisted echoes of something once human. Adrian shoved her behind him, his pulse gun already drawn. "Lira left flank!"

Adrian immediately stepped in front of Peggy and drove his foot into my chest. It was as if an invisible hand were squeezing my heart, forcing the air from my lungs. I glared at Adrian with reddened eyes. "Give me back the box. It's my fault. I shouldn't have tattled. Just give it back. I'll do anything you want!" Pain stabbed deep in my chest when I saw his cold, unyielding stare. I slowly sank to my knees. "Please…" I knew that Adrian despised our child and me. If he realized what was inside that box, he'd likely burn it immediately.

Marcel roared furiously. I scoffed. "Not that kind of person? Then what is she? A sweet little saint who steals someone else's fiancé and brother?" I paused, my tone turning icy. "Marcel, I must've been blind to ever fall for someone like you—a scumbag who can't tell right from wrong and twists everything." "What are you talking about?" Marcel's voice became audibly flustered. "Jolene, listen to me. I can explain. Mona and I—"

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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Pia said rolling her eyes. “Come! Come and give me your sweet hugs. I missed them.” He said opening his arms. Who is this guy? Did he run away from some mental hospital? Many questions flowed through my mind and in the mean time I didn’t saw Nikhila and Pia reaching them. Nikhila hugged this weird guy and Pia hugged the other but not before slapping this weird guy’s shoulder. “Does Ice queen still have daggers or she changed after getting married?” He asked looking at Pia.

“I didn’t want to believe it when I heard it, but I can see clear as day that it’s the fucking truth. My old man has stolen my bride that was promised to me. You disloyal bastards. I hope the old man can’t give you an heir, and don’t expect me to call you mother.” I swallow the lump that is lodged in my throat from his cruel words that were directed at me, and I blink back the tears. How can someone be so cruel to wish such a thing upon someone? “Seize him and take him to the wine cellar to cool off.” Ace roars with fury that has the veins on the side of his neck protruding. Like the speed of lightning, both Royce and Holden take one of Wickeds’ arms each, and they begin to drag him inside C

he exclaimed. “Don’t make that expression. It is disgusting.” Heart said as he glared at Spade who was using her face. “Oh. So you are aware that your face is disgusting.” Spade chuckled especially when he saw that Heart’s face twisted in anger. “So you admit that you are scheming something!” Heart said. “Then may I ask my sister what I am scheming?” Spade asked as he innocently blinked at her. “Don’t play innocent!” Heart’s voice rose. But, even if she would shriek and shout here, no one would notice since Heart has already laid a spell, too, to make everyone in the infirmary sleep like what Spade did earlier.

But as the scent of her hair hit me—something soft, like vanilla and old books—I felt a jolt of something that wasn't in the contract. The "Cold Heart" was starting to thaw, and that was the most dangerous betrayal of all.

"One more step, and I won't hold back!" Instead of stopping, he chuckled—a low, mocking sound. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight I thought my bones would snap. I tried to yank my hand free, but he forced the ice pick downward, redirecting it until the tip pressed against his left chest, mere centimeters from his heart. He even leaned forward, pulling open his shirt collar to expose his toned chest, his voice dark and dangerous: "Go on, baby. Stab here. Right where the heart is."