Cold Chord Novels & Stories

After he was done speaking, he hurriedly added, “Lord Schulz specifically asked me to send his greetings to you personally. He also said that he is feeling very guilty and sorry for everything that had happened in the past. Lord Schulz was originally planning to personally make a trip here, but it is a really long journey. Moreover, Lord Schulz is already old, and he cannot endure the tough trip. That is the reason why he had no other choice but to send me here on his behalf…” Holden could only display a slightly flattered expression on his face as he said, “Oh! How could I possibly be worthy of Lord Schulz’s concern?” As he spoke, Holden hurriedly made a gesture and said, “Arrington, it’s t

Just the cold water. Just that.

He had the gall to show up outside my apartment again. This time, he kneeled in the snow, shaping handfuls of it into roses. One after another, he laid them out in front of the building until the ground was covered in white roses. His hands were red from frostbite, but he didn't stop. People walking by began whispering. "His girlfriend must be really mean, making him do this in the cold." "Even if he pissed her off, she shouldn't make him stand out here like that." "Man, he must really love her. How I wish I could find a guy like that."

"Fix it. Send someone here now." "Yes, sir. Right away." I hung up. The cold worked its way under my jacket, crawling along my spine. My hands shook once before I made them stop. Traffic noise scraped at my ears, each sound dragging something raw with it. I put both palms on the hood. The metal bit through the fabric of my gloves. Cold. Unforgiving. I hit it with my fist. Not hard enough to damage anything. Just to hear something solid. The sound bounced off the buildings and came back empty.

Ding. As the elevator doors slid open, a wave of stale, frigid air, tinged with the faint, metallic scent of machine oil, rushed out to meet her. The cold hit her exposed skin like a slap, raising goosebumps along her arms and the back of her neck. The temperature here was far lower than aboveground—easily ten degrees colder. The silence was so absolute that she could hear the sound of her own heartbeat echoing in her ears, each pulse a steady, rhythmic reminder that she was still alive.

Walking around my desk, I opened up the door, the seal breaking as the door opened. It really was amazing how soundproof Winter had made my office. Castiel was standing in the kitchen next to his sister, crying. Shyla was about to cry, her hands holding onto her dress tightly. The whole house now smelled like cherries and a hint of vodka. Winter was kneeled down, quickly wiping up the glass from the floor.

The heavy door slid open with a hiss of cold mist. Inside, frost coated the floor in a thin white layer. The lights flickered gently, creating halos of pale blue around the single active cryo capsule at the far end of the room. Adrian’s pulse skyrocketed. “No…” He walked toward it, breath fogging in front of him. The capsule wasn’t labeled. No ID number. No research tag. Just a sleeping figure inside. He reached the glass and wiped away icy condensation with his sleeve. His knees nearly gave out.

Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red. I brought the collar slightly closer to my face, and even with the dried coffee, that intoxicating scent of luxury, a fresh cedarwood, expensive cologne, and crisp winter air that lingered faintly on the threads. It was a smell that belonged to someone who ruled the world, completely different from a nobody like me. But the brief rush of heat in my chest was instantly crushed by a cold wave of pure terror.

"Open your mouth." Chloe obeyed, her eyes wide. He tipped the ice-cold liquid over her breasts, the champagne bubbling and fizzing against her warm skin. She shivered violently, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. "Now," Marco whispered, "tell me how the cold feels against the heat." "It's... it's shocking," she whimpered. "It makes everything... more intense." "Exactly. Contrast. Now you're understanding the lesson."

Lucas was puzzled he couldn't believe he had slept with a total stranger, with his personality and all he found it strang and funny all together. Lucas has a cold personality, he is especially cold mainly to the female gender , thinking back in time, his father Mr Isaac lost his precious wife during childbirth while Lucas lost his mother at a very young age of five . Because of the experience he had to go through and also watching how his father was devastated at that period of time , that was when he said to himself that he wasn't going to have anything to do with the female gender because of fear losing something dear to him.