Cold Bl Novels & Stories

“Come one love! Just live a little, will you? Bran is okay with Shone and Sylvia. Besides, he's now a big boy and now he doesn't cry anyhow. I nod in understanding. I'm sleepy and I know Bran will be well taken care of, even if I sleep for three hours. He's not hungry since I've already fed him. I call Sylvia to inform her that I'm going to take a nap and that they should take care of my baby. They both assure me that he'll be okay and I walk up the stairs with Jeff in hot pursuit. Once in the bedroom, I slump on the bed and pull the quilt over. Despite it being day time, it's winter over here and it's extremely cold. All I need is to stay warm. My husband does the same and hurdles himself c

Their blue hooves look no bigger than my pinkie finger. How can something so tiny be so deadly? But I know one bite from a nyxie and your entire body shrivels up. A shudder runs through me—and it’s not just from the thought of being drained. The temperature here is more like a giant fridge than a stockroom. “Why is it so cold?” I murmur to Caleb. “Because we’re in Scotland,” he whispers, pulling a slingshot from his back pocket. “And nyxies freeze their prey so they can eat them later. Watch out for any body parts they’ve probably stashed around here.”

He headed for the front door, already reaching for the handle. The moment he opened it, a blast of icy wind hit him. Snow whipped violently across the porch. A full blizzard had rolled in while they were inside. Visibility was zero. The wind howled like an angry beast. Blade stared out into the whiteout for a long second, then slammed the door shut. “Fuck.” He turned and walked toward the bathroom instead. A very cold bath was the only option left. He stripped off his pants, stepped into the tub, and turned the water on full cold. The shock of the icy stream hit his heated skin like needles. He hissed through his teeth and forced himself to stay under it.

if he pulls is out, I'm sure the cold air would bite harder. The hilt is wrapped in black leather, worn from use. Silver guards curve up like small fangs. No gold. No jewels. Nothing soft. It’s heavy. It’s quiet. It’s death. if Frostbite Blade moves, people don’t scream. They just stop breathing. Because they know - the cold comes first, then the cut. Raphael said In a cold voice "Watch yourself vampire." Mars snarled in fury, "I have a name, demon!" I restrained mars and said to Raphael.

"It's hot in here. I feel like I'm going to pass out." My eyes went to her neck. The same neck I had my face against two minutes ago. The same perfume still in my lungs. Her collar. "The blazer," I said. "Take it off. You’re overheating."

Skin ice-cold. She had passed out. “Fuck… Blondie!” I growled. Everything in me snapped.

She looked so cute. " You are so bad.. go out I need to get up and get dressed. " " Why should I ?? As it is, I have already seen...." I was saying it when she became a tomato again. " Will you please go out?? " " I will not go out, however, I can go to take a very cold shower. " " But, why do you need a cold shower? It is still cold out there, take a hot shower. " " Hot shower will not be helpful in my case. I need a cold one. "

He swung his hand impatiently and approached me. "What do you want?" I asked, and the man chuckled. "I knew you were pretending to be blind for money, but it's alright. All I care about is having a good time. Come to me, baby. I'll show you heaven…" I wasn't expecting him to see through my act that swiftly, but more surprisingly, this client was an infamous one in this line of work. He claimed no woman could escape his claws. My colleagues were all blind, and they couldn't fight back. The rooms' soundproofing system was, unfortunately, incredible, so screams couldn't be heard.

VALENTINA’S POV The blue room is everything its name suggests, icy, freezing cold, with soulless blue walls that look like they were built with ice block. I wrapped my arm around my body to try to stop myself from freezing, Diego’s goons that had brought me here had a lot more layers of clothing on, they had the most unreadable expressions on. I was still fully clothed but I could feel my insides starting to freeze up, I could easily become ice, my teeth clattered, I’m sure my skin has a ghostly white coloration to it.

I inquired, enchanted by the baby's warm brown eyes. "Carl," Jessica whispered. "Carl," I breathed and the baby reached up to touch my nose. "Does he not have parents?" I asked. "Of course, he does not. That is why it is called a motherless babies home, you dumbo," Makena's scathing comment hit me.