As Cold As Ice Novels & Stories

“Misha, you my dear, want the steak fajita nachos rare with a frozen blue raspberry margarita.” “Oh, shit!” Ana exclaims. Misha blushes slightly, “You're right I do. But do you know why I want something frozen when it's twenty-five degrees Fahrenheit outside?” Oh, I will take this challenge! “Because when it's this cold out most people crave something warm to heat their insides. But you need something cold because your insides are already blazing,” I responded smirking, relishing my demonic nature. Ana gasps, “Oh my god!”

She gasped at the sensation, her eyes fluttering shut as the contrast of warmth and cold sent shivers through her. Slowly, I let the ice cube glide from her lips, down her neck, tracing a cool path along her collarbone. Grazing lower, I trailed the cube between her curves, the icy touch causing her to shiver with delight. Her body arched instinctively as I moved further down, letting the cold meet the heat of her skin. Isabella's reactions were everything I’d hoped for—pure, raw, and completely intoxicating. I paused on her bud, rolling the ice gently against the sensitive peak. Isabella arched her back, her body instinctively responding to the cold touch. Though her hands were cuffed, she m

I plunged into the icy depths, gasping as the freezing water wrapped around me like a vise. The shock was instant, the cold cutting through my body like broken glass. I fought against it, pushing deeper into the darkness, praying I would find him. The darkness swirled around me, blinding and confusing, but I focused on one thing: I had to save him. My heart thudded wildly against my ribs as I clawed through the icy water, desperately looking for any sign of him.

He loosened his tie with his left hand. Riley put his phone down and looked at me. "Anna, you haven't eaten all day. I'll go buy you something." Without waiting for my answer, he hurried out. Moments later, I saw him on the camera feed. "Are you crazy?! Anna's parents just died. I need to be with her. I'm not in the mood to see you." Nelly pouted but still pressed herself against him with a pitiful look on her face as she said, "I'm doing this because I like you. You must be tired recently. I just want you to have some proper rest…"

He stopped by my bed, looming over me. I met his eyes—cold, gray voids that sent a chill down my spine. I tried to speak, but no sound came out. My body lay frozen, the pain holding me hostage. He leaned down, fingers brushing along my jaw, and whispered, “Now that I think about it…” He smirked. “I don’t really need you anymore…”

Lisa could finally know why it was cold. Cold enveloped Lisa immediately. The room was minus zero degrees and she could see ice blocks in there. A huge iceblock was set in the middle with a pole on it. The guards dragged her there, setting her on the iceblock and tying her to the pole. At this point, she felt like Jesus Christ who was crucified on the cross. The only difference was, she was tied to the pole not nailed. "What are you guys doing?" She asked fearfully. Her teeth clattered because of the cold she felt from the iceblock she stood on and the temperature of the room.

He’s watching me, and the hallway tightens around that fact. It occurs to me now that we've spent ten years on the ice, and we’ve never once been alone like this. There have always been buffers – crowds, team members, noise, motion. Now there’s nothing between us but heat and whatever this pressure is that's started to coil dark and strong in my gut. His eyes move over me slowly. Not scanning, not judging. Taking me apart.

The cold in this pristine white chamber wasn't just a rapid drop in temperature. It was an absolute, crushing physical weight. The liquid nitrogen hissed violently from hidden vents in the ceiling, pouring down on us like a thick, frosted waterfall. The freezing mist crawled up the flawless glass walls and settled heavily over our combat boots, turning the floor into a slick sheet of deadly ice.

Amid the desolate expanse of a frozen landscape, the girl laid alone, against the unforgiving cold. The air hung heavy with a biting chill, every breath she exhaled forming a frosty plume that merged seamlessly with the frozen mist. Her body was an embodiment of numbness, the icy fingers of winter having woven their embrace around her form. The coolest atmosphere took Each movement felt like a struggle against an invisible vice, her very essence threatened by the unyielding grip of the cold.

Every word was like an icy blade, aiming to pierce their psychological defenses. Amelia slowly picked up the envelope and looked at the photo of her grandmother. From the picture, she could see her grandmother laughing and chatting with neighbors on Clearwater Lane, surrounded by companionship. At that moment, Amelia's gaze changed completely. Her eyes became as cold as a Siberian winter—icy, bone-chilling, devoid of warmth, fear, or anger, only a dead silence. The temperature in the room seemed to drop, making everyone shiver, like the calm before a storm.