Body Tempering Novels & Stories

I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them firmly. A thrill ran through me at the feel of my own body heat, radiating through the thin fabric of my pyjama bottoms. I wriggled my toes in my fluffy socks, squeezing them together to feel the warmth pooling there. Had I been able to cry again, I would have been blinking back tears at the sensation. Even alone, without Skye’s body heat to warm me, the feeling of temperature – real temperature, not just an assessment of it – was heady and overwhelming, and entirely enjoyable.

The temperature was dropping. "You're cold," Elion said. "You don't have the coat." "Thermal regulation is offline." "Come here." Elion moved closer. He opened his own jacket. He pulled Cale against him, wrapping the jacket around both of them as best he could. "Body heat," Elion said. "Transfer of energy," Cale muttered. "Thermodynamics." "Call it what you want. It's cuddling." Cale rested his head on Elion’s chest.

The chill in the air had intensified, yet Ackerly remained submerged in the bathtub, the warmth of the water no longer able to permeate his entire being. Ackerly's senses were heightened as he became acutely aware of his body's temperature. It was as if his internal thermostat had been tampered with, and his once normal temperature was now fluctuating beyond his control. He was certain that the object was situated at a considerable height, and the frigid water alone would not suffice to dislodge it.

He was invincible! Anne carefully put the model into a box. She picked up the box and explained it to him. "It's a thermostatic control device for small instruments. It's to control the temperature, not to adjust the temperature. When air conditioners or refrigerators are running for a long time, the temperature will fluctuate. But this device is different. You don't have to worry about the temperature when it's put in the wine cellar." "Oh." Justin nodded, but he didn't fully understand. "It sounds awesome and cool."

He feels he is her haven sa yakap nito sa kanya. Inihanda niya agad ang tub para paliguan ang misis na tulala dahil sa muntik nang pagkalunod. Halata niya ang trauma sa mga mata nito at nangangatal pa ang mga labi. After she had a warm bath, he tucked her to bed kahit 9am palang. Napansin kasi niyang nanginginig pa ito. Kinuhanan niya ito ng temperature gamit ang digital thermometer. Umabot ng 40degrees ang temperatura nito. Nakapikit siya at tila walang malay.

"Oh, it's so cold. Looks like I have to turn off this air conditioner and replace it with heating. You're cold too, right? I don't want you to get sick from being too cold." Shit! Kane actually turned off the air conditioner and replaced it with a heater that felt like it was going to burn my body. Is he stupid? He should have known that I was wearing a very thick sweetener. He must want to tease me. Damn Kane. I will eat you after this. “Honey, you seem to be shivering. I'll turn up the temperature. You take it easy. As long as I'm by your side, you'll still be safe,” he said casually, raising the temperature of the room to be warmer.

“There’s another way to warm up faster.” Hema’s voice was muffled under the covers. “I don’t want to hear it.” Zayden smirked. “I haven’t even said it yet.” Silence. Then, he leaned down, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “Hugging.” Hema scoffed, still refusing to look at him. Zayden chuckled. “Come on, sweetheart. Science doesn’t lie. Body heat is the fastest way to warm up.” Still, she ignored him.

Is that wrong? "Of course it's wrong." Adrian shot back immediately. "Larisse said a constant temperature environment ensures optimal physical condition and learning efficiency. You adjusting it without permission disrupts data stability. That's irresponsible for my development. "You just don't understand science." I looked at Harry without thinking. "Suzy, stop making a scene. Why are you arguing with a six-year-old? He understands more than you do." "Larisse is a professional. She has dual master's degrees in psychology and nutrition from top universities. Her closed-loop family management model has won international awards.

“We’re close, but we need to slow the enzyme effect slightly, or his body might shut down.” I nodded sharply. “Do it. Carefully, slowly. Adjust the temperature of the serum and introduce the stabilizer slowly. Let the boy process each change.”

"That's alright, thank you. Can you come in to my office for a moment?" He released the button and waited. A few moments later the office door opened and the temp stepped inside. Closing the door behind her she started toward James' desk. She was much younger than Mrs. Babbitt, looking to be maybe in her mid to late twenties. She had long, dark brown hair that flowed down over her shoulders and walked with a confidence that James found immediately attractive. She wasn't tall by any means but she didn't need to be. She wore a grey, sleeveless dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways while still looking professional. She smiled as she reached the desk. James suddenly felt awkward, no