Cold Chord Novels & Stories

And at this moment, somewhere inside the Aqua Altar, only a naturally formed turquoise pool, the pool is not big, but the surrounding area is filled with a layer of cold smoke, there is no grass growing in the vicinity, and there is only a layer and a layer of cold ice that has condensed. The name of this pool is called "blue water cold pool", the pool water never freezes, but it is colder than ice more than ten times colder than the mortal slow to say to touch the pool water, that is, in the hot summer slightly close to the edge of the pool, but also must be instantly frozen into cold ice and death.

I watched her purple chiffon top, which was strapped around her neck, dance to the cold wind. "Are you not cold?" I asked her. Her long bare legs were crossed underneath her. I could catch some glimpse of her tattoo. "I am. But I am embracing it," she responded. I corked a brow. "And what is that supposed to mean?" She shrugged and butted out the finished cigar. She brought out another stick to smoke, but I enclosed my palm around hers that held the stick and brought them to my thighs. "Is the work load here stressing you that much?" I asked, concerned.

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.

“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

I wave a hand, and an ice dildo forms, slick and curved. “Take it,” I say, pushing it into his hand. He hesitates, then slides it into my pussy alongside his cock, stretching me painfully, the cold searing. I scream, “Three!” the dual fullness making my vision blur. The elite of Arendelle might suspect, but this chamber is my secret, our taboo sealed in frost. His thrusts sync with the dildo’s, my clit grinding against his base, and I’m close, the ice amplifying every sensation.

She hesitated before answering. “Hello?” A familiar voice slid through the line like oil. “Good evening, Miss Solche.” Her blood turned to ice. Caldwell. She didn’t speak. “I see you found my little warehouse,” he continued calmly. “I was wondering how long it would take.” Tiana’s grip tightened on the phone. “You forged the authorization.” A soft chuckle. “Ah. You saw that.” “Why?” “Because, my dear, revenge is only satisfying when it is… layered.”

Hilda The first thing I feel is the cold. A sharp, creeping chill that seeps into my bones, settling beneath my skin like frost in the dead of winter. It’s wrong. Unnatural. The kind of cold that isn’t caused by wind or lack of warmth, but by something evil spearing you with its gaze.

Something cold and sharp settled under my ribs as I grabbed a paper towel and wiped his blood—his precious, royal blood—from my mouth. I wanted to storm off, to shift and run until my paws bled, disappearing into the Manchester fog. But the second I stepped outside the restaurant, the crisp mountain wind hit me like a slap to the face. An hour ago, the sky had been annoyingly clear. Now, thick, gray clouds rolled over the Cheshire peaks, turning the glass-walled restaurant into an isolated fortress. Pride battled with the freezing reality of the hillside for three seconds before I trudged toward the idling Mercedes.

The frozen ravioli sat there in its plastic container, frost still clinging to the edges from the grocery store freezer. I boiled water and dumped them in. The ravioli rolled around in the boiling water for a while before splitting open completely. Ricotta leaked into the pot, turning everything into a starchy mess. I scooped one into my mouth. The pasta was still undercooked, and the ricotta inside was cold. My stomach churned instantly. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up. In the end, all that came out was bitter acid. My phone vibrated again, indicating that Isabel had updated her social media.

It's too chilly to be outside with a barely buttoned shirt and bare feet, but I'm not going to let the cold chase me inside while I'm dressed like this. When I feel too chilly, I cling to the memories of last night. Dan's lips penetrate every crevice of my flesh. Jade praises me in my ear as he fills me beyond what I thought I could take...and gives me more pleasure than I could have ever imagined. I float in wonderful recollections, allowing them to flood my head to the point that I can't hear the birds trilling about me or feel the rough stone walkway beneath my feet. What about the chill? What exactly is it? "They'll kill you, too."