A Heart So Cold And Wicked Novels & Stories

“No. Its written on your face, my Sweet Angel.” “That may be so to the rest of the world, but my conscience can’t rest easy. I have always been selfish, but I now realise that…I’m…” I let out a sigh as heavy as the weigh on my heart. “I’m pure evil. My heart is so cold and black that even the deepest rock in the ocean will pale in comparison.” “You? Cold? That is hardly what I experienced just moments ago. You were so hot, I melted in an instant!” He let out a throaty laugh.

Burn this place to the ground. The witch sensed the change. Her face twisted, and with a single motion she struck me. Darkness swallowed me again, but this time it was not cold. At its core I saw Rowan’s eyes, dark, yearning, and protective, and I understood that a frozen heart does not mean death. It means the strength to survive even the longest winter. Outside, beyond the mouth of the cave, the first snowstorm began, and it was not called by the witch. Rowan was coming, and with him came a vengeance that would stain the northern snow red.

Vivid and wrong. seventeen years ago, a dying witch had cursed him. Locked his heart in ice and made feeling nearly impossible. He'd thought it was a punishment. A torture. Making him powerful but hollow, capable of ruling but incapable of connection. Maybe it had been mercy. Because this (the ache, the loss, the wanting) was worse than the cold had ever been. (She touched your hand. Said she'd stay. Looked at you like you were a person instead of a monster. And you let her get taken because you're too much of a coward to admit you wanted her here.)

“Twisting hearts. You’re as wicked as the stories say.” Morgane returned the smile, though hers carried no warmth. “The stories were kind.”

Almost. That memory had the power to bring back all the hurt I felt when I heard those harsh words coming from the mouth of someone to whom I have dedicated so much love all my life. I became even tenser at the memory and decided to be firmer about removing my daughter from the arms of that arrogant and selfish being. " I-want-my-daughter" NOW! " I spoke without measuring the intonation of my voice and without caring about the entire audience that watched us. Everyone looked at me like they couldn't recognize me and Sarah burst into tears, I don't think so because she had never seen me talk to anyone like that.

Good ,now my second condition is you have to marry me ". Sarah get shocked listening him ,she ask him again to confirm what he was saying :' what are you saying ?' .Arham hold her hair in fist and pull her toward him .Sarah wince in pain , Arham said ignoring her pain :" listen you have to marry me so ,I can torcture you my whole life .I want to crush your ego and boldness which you flag proudly.I want to show you hell on the earth. you hate my face ,you think I am illiterate villager so you have to live with this criminal man forever ".He jerked her ,and she fall on the floor .Tears are crying continuous from her eyes .He look at her ,then he take out his phone from pocket .He set the alarm

The Private investigator’s expression turned deadly serious and she looked extremely ferocious with an intense desire to harvest someone else’s life due to her immeasurable anger. She hates them! She hated those kinds of irrelevant persons who had the guts to take advantage of those naive children. Putting them on deathbeds like they were some sort of an animal about to be butchered and get sold their organs in the black market in the right period in exchange for an enormous amount of cash!

Herrick whispered and pecked David's head. « Accepting the decision of Moon Goddess, they cherished the mate bond and made a promise to make it through whatever future might hold » The End of 'My Cold Hearted Mate'

The faces of the frozen wolves passed by, their silent screams echoing through the very air, a chilling testament to the Heartstone's perversion. I felt their despair, their life force stolen, a sickening emptiness that threatened to seep into my own soul. But I pushed it back, focusing on Olivia, on the life force she represented. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we reached the Heartstone. It pulsed with a sickly green light, veins of black, corrupted energy pulsing beneath its crystalline surface, feeding the ice that held the wolves captive. It was a monstrous, beautiful thing, a power source twisted to malevolent ends.

"Not the Heart—her fingers. The cold is spreading." "Can you save her?" "I can try." Micah knelt beside Cinder, holding her other hand. "You're going to be okay." "Liar," she whispered. "Optimist," he replied. She smiled—weak, but real. --- Solara worked through the day. The cold retreated, inch by inch. Cinder's fingers would scar, but she would keep them. The Heart of Winter sat in a lead-lined box, guarded by Nox. "The Frostfang will come for it," Ignis said.