Cold Chord Novels & Stories

It’s her strange wish. Chloe got ready for the event, she wore the satin dress that Marcus brought for her, it’s a color of a cold coffee and it looked good on her. Chloe was worried got worried that it’s revealing her skin so Lily have her cream color trench coat, she’s going to cover her bare arms and thighs using that. Besides it’s so cold today. Chloe has lived all her life in the minus degree Celsius but this medium cold after a sunny day feels different.

The freezing room's temperature was excess and seriously chilling. Dave Lin was pacing around the chilly room rubbing his hands together as to reduce the cold he was feeling. If he was to sit pit, he believed cold could penetrate through his body and have effects. So this was the possible solution he came up with, moving about to keep lively.

Chapter 84: The Old Sawmill Luca and Ethan crawled from the icy creek bed, slick with black mud that clung to every fibre of their clothing. The cold had been brutal, searing their lungs, but the sludge offered a brief shield against Maxwell’s thermal sensors. Ethan’s ribs throbbed with each laboured breath, yet the cold had muted the pain just enough for him to move. Their bodies shook violently, teeth chattering, limbs trembling as if their muscles themselves had forgotten how to obey.

I made my way to the middle. I could hear the frost crunching beneath my boots. It was still dark-sky cold enough for the air to bite and for one to see one's breath — it was then so cold one did not want to wake up but rather look forward to staying numb. The northern sky was changing from a dark blue to the first hint of grey at the eastern horizon, the light arriving in the distinctly slow manner common to winter mornings in the north. Rokan came in from the west side.

I woke up the next day feeling cold. Marco poured a bucket of cold water on me. "Aren't you supposed to be awake by now?" He asked. I lifted my body and tried to stand up. "What do you want?" I asked and he held my wrist and pressed it. I winced in pain before he released it. "You have a package to deliver for me." He eyed me. "Why can't he send it to DHL?" I asked myself. "What package?" I asked and i got a slap in the face.

I stop up and walk to my small fridge, I picked out a cold bottle sip it fit o om. The cold substance gave me a relaxing feeling. Coldwater does help me a lot.

I felt claustrophobic here in my youth, which is almost humorous now considering I live on the sixth floor of my apartment building in downtown Chicago. Chloe sticks her hand out the window, feeling the air as we speed down the road. She lets go of her hair, letting it wildly fly around her face for a few minutes with a smile on her face the whole time. When I slow to go through the few blocks of Silver Ridge’s downtown, she closes her window halfway and combs her hair with her fingers. “Are you cold?” I ask, seeing the goosebumps on her arm. “I get chilled easily.” “It’s like eighty degrees out.”

The pain in my chest lessens and I decide to follow that smell. When I get to where the smell is thicker, I also smell blood.. Blood? What happened here? As I get closer, I see a figure lying there all bloody and for some reason it pains me to see her this way. I get closer and Shadows voice keeps chanting these words : "MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!MATE!" ____________________________________ Hey

The cold is no longer just his. It’s changed. A new quality to it, a texture. It’s not the clean, empty cold of a ghost anymore. It’s a… sticky cold. A clinging, invasive chill that doesn’t just sit on my skin, it presses in. Like frost on a windowpane, but inside out.