All That Remains Forever Cold Novels & Stories

"How dare you remind me of everything I just went through? You're a monster! How could you." I broke down on the floor and sobbed, hiding my face in between my knees. I had been trying to forget it. I knew that I wouldn't avoid the reality but did he really have to throw it all in my face? My life is over. In just a span of months, I lost everything. My husband, my home. All because of that woman that I foolishly called my friend. I'm a failure. I stayed in that pose, crying for a while, then I felt something warm beside me. I looked up, Mr cold guy was crouching beside me staring at me with those unreadable eyes. My eyes narrowed in a glare.

“This was sealed before Noctis existed as a nation.” Rian fainted again. Ianthe caught him mid-fall. “That’s twice today.” “That’s three,” Seraphine corrected. Sorrel held up three fingers. “Yes,” Ianthe said. “Three.” Alessia stepped toward the opening, feeling the cold air on her skin. It wasn’t the suffocating cold of corruption. This was old and cold. It was the cold of things that had been untouched for centuries. Maybe millennia. Kael grabbed her arm. “No.”

--- The room above is cold. That is the first thing — the cold, in a room that is always warm, that has the particular retained warmth of a space that has been lived in with intention for decades. The cold is precise. Localised. Not the building-cold of an unheated room but the cold of something present that does not produce warmth. I stop in the doorway. The maps on the shelves are still. The records are still. The small stove in the corner is unlit. And in the corner opposite the stove — barely visible in the room's remaining light, present in the way of something that has learned to make itself peripheral so it can be overlooked — there is a shape.

Caelum added. The twins didn't fight the Autumn. They introduced the Winter. They began to sing a frequency of absolute, frozen stillness—the resonance of the "Memory-Ice" from the Whispering Isles. It wasn't the cold of the Sunless, and it wasn't the silence of the Grave. It was the Quiet of the Seed.

White little cotton balls types snowflakes kept falling on the leaves, on the ground, everywhere surrounding their house, from the sky. Both sat in front of a wooden fireplace, in one warm duvet covering themselves. Zoya leaned back on his chest, looking at the flames. She felt his warmth more than the flames. she breathed out a sigh. Sahir wrapped his arm around her, pulling her more closer to the duvet, near him. "Sahir.." He hummed in response with his nose buried in her hair, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent. "How long is forever to be..?" She asked him, fiddling and tangling her fingers in his long fingers. Her palm looked small in front of his hand.

Chapter 28 Alex The shadows draw me down into the darkness, and time seems like it has stopped. I'm alone, feeling like I may be dead. But then something brushes against my arm: gentle circles are being drawn on my skin, creating a calming sensation in me. I never felt so relaxed before, even after months or years of emptiness. The touches give me solace and pull me away from my darker thoughts.

Slumping against a boulder, I booted up the encrypted communicator to send out my final transmission. Then, I thought of so many people. I thought of the lonely streetlamp outside the orphanage, of the New Year when Nathan and I shared a single bowl of instant pasta, of him kneeling by my hospital bed and saying, "I only want you." I also thought of the view of his back as he carried Veronica out of the fire. In the end, I thought of my parents and of the words carved on their tombstone. "My body belongs to the nation, and my heart belongs to you."

Gina was shown love by her parents more than ever. And Rex couldn't be more happier knowing Bonnie. It was a very cold night, it had rained that evening which made everywhere cold and cool. Bonnie particularly had been complaining about the weather and how she would love nothing else than to cuddle Rex. That would have been easy but Rex had been trying his possible best to abstain from s3x. He dosen't want the same mistakes to happen so, giving excuses like am busy with work always hindrance them whenever they almost get close.

Her excitement amused him. He opened the box and pulled out the silver chain. He could tell she was anxious for a reaction, but she looked so cute he wouldn't say what he really wanted to say—she shouldn't have spent this kind of money on him. "I like it. "He kissed her again. "Read the engraving." Angel flipped it over. Forever yours ~ Sarah. "I wanted you to have something to remember me every day when I'm gone."

I was disappearing, ounce by ounce, and part of me found it fascinating. The cold had become a living thing inside me, coiled at the base of my spine, radiating outward. I shivered constantly, even when the cellar wasn’t particularly cold. The chill had sunk deep, colonizing my marrow, turning my bones to ice. The cold wasn’t just in my bones now—it was in my voice, my thoughts, the way I calculated Clarksdale’s weaknesses with frostbite precision. It was the kind of cold that made you wonder if you’d ever be warm again.