Cold Fire Koontz Novel Novels & Stories

I shoved everything inside piece by piece: clothes, shoes, and skincare. I was packing everything when I suddenly went still. A memory from two weeks ago surged to the front of my mind. I had just finished work and arrived home when the stench of cigarette smoke hit me in the hallway. I noticed the fire escape door was slightly ajar, and for some inexplicable reason, I decided to peer inside. Kian had Isabel pinned against the wall, kissing her like he couldn’t get enough. Isabel's hands were shoved beneath his dress shirt, while Kian's hands gripped her waist tightly. They were both breathing hard, completely oblivious to the fact that I was standing only a few feet away.

And the program is already running. I looked at the men at the door, and then I looked at the "Architecture" of the lodge. "Enzo," I whispered. "It’s a trap. The lodge isn't a transmitter. It’s a detonator." The "Cold Burn" Phase: The shadows move into the room. Enzo fires, but the "Quiet Ones" move with a preternatural speed, dodging the line of fire. Bianca screams as the first blade finds the velvet of her armchair. Jade, holding the "Grave" in her hands, has to decide: Save the book, or burn the house down with everyone inside.

Natalie was forced to swallow the pill before she could react. “You…What did you give me?” Natalie looked at him, her beautiful face was filled with shock and fury. Darryl smiled and said, "Why are you panicking? Aren't you unafraid of death? I gave you the 'Cold Fire Pill'!" The Cold Fire Pill was one of the more special pills in the Everlasting Pellet Technique. It had two attributes of heat and cold. After consuming it, one would feel the attack of ice and fire at the same time.One's body would also feel extremely itchy.

She seemed flustered, but she remained proud as she declared, "Noelle, how dare you hit me! I will never let you get away with this!" Smiling, I knelt beside her. "Very well. Don't accuse me of picking on you—call whoever you want, I'll be waiting right here. I'm eager to see how you'll get back at me!" Irina shot me a ferocious glare. Struggling to get back on her feet, she made a call. "Hey, look into someone for me. I want to kill her with my own hands! Her name's Noelle Sawyer, a black wolf… What do you mean you found nothing, you piece of trash?"

My blood still burned beneath my skin, but it was better than it had been moments before. I sank against the wall, the tiles feeling cool against my skin. I was now cold, not the usual kind of cold that came with being what I was. I was used to the silence in my blood and the chill that clung to me. But a moment ago, a wildfire had erupted under my flesh. It had hit me out of nowhere. I had been sitting on the sofa, flipping through one of the books Makena had brought me. Erika had just left, and I was half listening to the TV and half reading when a heat wave knocked me back.

-Malrik Kaine- The cracked intercom blinked silently in my hand. I stared at it, fingers twitching. My body was healing—faster than expected, or maybe too slow to matter. The silver rounds buried in my ribs clung like chains, but the bleeding had slowed. I could leave soon. I had to. And when I did, I’d tear apart the bastards who dared ambush the mafia king. But then it hit me again. That heat. Not the usual cold burn of adrenaline. Not the bite of pain. No, this was something deeper. A wave of fire rippled beneath my skin, prickling with every breath. It crept up my spine and crawled into my skull.

A Dangerous Game Morning crept quietly into Vince Donovan’s penthouse, the pale sunlight slipping through the tall glass windows that overlooked the sprawling city below. Tiana woke before him. For a few seconds she simply lay there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above her. The silk sheets wrapped loosely around her body, their softness almost mocking the chaos inside her chest. Then reality rushed back. Vince Donovan. The man sleeping beside her. The man who had destroyed her life. Her gaze slowly shifted to him.

I could still remember how I did my best just to captured his heart regardless of all the painful words I received from him, but eventually, I succeeded in Taming the Cold-hearted Alpha. Our story ends in here, but this would be an unforgettable end for us because regardless of what we've experience, we remained, to each other, indestructible. The love we have for each other was eternal and no one can ever separate us because I, Sofia Dawson Grey, succeeded of Taming the Cold-hearted Alpha, Drake Grey. The end.

After I finished with the desk I planted another small bug under the edge of the wooden surface where it would not be seen easily, then I checked the hidden safe behind the painting but it stayed locked tight this time, I knew I could not push my luck any longer so I slipped out the same way I entered. The walk back to my hidden motel felt longer than usual, every shadow made me nervous and every sound made me look over my shoulder, the tabloids had dragged my name through the dirt for days and now I was taking even bigger risks by going back into Mr. Havisham’s territory, but the children needed me to be strong, Chloe’s silence hurt but it also reminded me why I had to keep fighting, I reac

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.