Cold Heart Book Novels & Stories

She has been the best sales girl so far. After dropping my bag on the counter, I went to check the flowers, including the ones outside. When I started this I was a hopeless romantic, hopelessly in love. Not anymore. I'm scared to think about falling in love with another man who will end up breaking my heart. It's like I'm not destined to be in love or start my own family like I've always wanted. I took a deep breath and turned around to walk back inside when I saw him. Stepping out of a million dollars car, wearing a suit while his body was draped over with a high quality coat.

BOOK TITLE: Chasing The Cold-Hearted Billionaire ALTERNATE TITLE: Let Me Love You, Mr Billionaire INTRO. He’s cold, calculated, and utterly untouchable. She’s bright, bold, and his absolute nightmare… ******************************************************* Travis Sinclair goes by many names; The Ice King. The Frost Lord. And his employee’s personal favorite, His Royal Frostiness. Some rumors say the once warm CEO turned cold because his one true love chose another over him. Others say that the ghastly motor accident he had one year ago affected the part of his brain that was meant to feel emotions, rendering him an emotionless robot who wouldn’t even bat an eyelid at another person’s misfort

If things got worse, I figured I knew where to start for looking for a rogue that might actually help as part of this cure. I took back to sitting on my bed with a spell book reading through it trying to learn different techniques. The pages were worn, and I was careful not to tear them, or as Hilda continued to remind me, I would find myself out on the street. I stifled a yawn as I began reading the words blurring together as I try to focus on the letters one after another. The ground is littered with dead bodies, all with their hearts cleaved out of their chest. In the centre is that feral beast I know too well. Dark eyes and razor-sharp teeth drip from his jaw as he tears into yet another

But I never expected that the moment I stepped out onto the balcony, Archie would lock the door behind me. Hearing the sound, I rushed back to the glass door and tried to get back inside. The northern winter was bitterly cold. Snowflakes fluttered through the air. There was no heating on the balcony, and since I was inside just moments ago, I was only wearing a thin set of loungewear. The cold wind swept through my clothes, and my limbs quickly stiffened. The icy pain gnawed at my bones, sending sharp, biting chills deep into my skin. I pounded on the glass door, screaming and begging for help.

Dear readers, we've come to the end of the Black brothers and I hope you enjoyed this ride with me. I want to appreciate every one of you for your unending support. Please don't forget to leave me a review on how you found the two stories on the main page. My next book will have someone you might remember from "MY CEO HUSBAND'S REGRET." Ian Quinn. He will be in book two of the one I start next month. I look forward to sharing that with you.

He looked at me dead in the eye and directed the lyrics towards me and they stung so bad ! Guilt, remorse, anger, sadness, etc had started to replace my previous excitement and it seemed as if my song choice had back fired at me when he compared his cold heart to winter and stated that it shall remain cold towards me just like winter would obstinately stay even in the month of August ! He mentioned that his heart could even work as a “Snowpiercer” in the freaking “winter” and that it shall remain so for a long running time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

> Lucien: “We’re following a breadcrumb trail she laid before she burned herself out.” She nodded once. > Sera (soft): “Elise isn’t gone.” > Lucien: “She’s waiting.” And somewhere far away, on a hidden feed they hadn’t yet uncovered a heartbeat pulsed in rhythm with Sera’s. The firelight from the penthouse fireplace cast long shadows against the far wall, flickering over the once-sterile glass that had turned black from wire-burn and soot. Sera sat cross-legged on the floor, thumbing through Elise’s old, weathered notebook, the one she had refused to open until now.

Agatha's POV Cold. It crept into my bones the moment my eyes fluttered open. I lay on a blanket of snow, my breath visible in soft, icy clouds. All around me was white—the sky pale with endless snowfall, trees frozen and stooped under the weight of frost, the horizon lost in a sea of shimmering cold. "Is this the afterlife?" I whispered, my voice brittle against the stillness. A sharp ache bloomed in my chest. “I should’ve told him… I love him too,” I said, the words catching on the edge of a sob. Tears welled up, freezing before they touched my cheeks. I pressed a hand to my heart, and it felt like shattered glass beneath my skin.

Zuri The lock clicks into place behind me, and something in my chest clicks shut with it. The room tilts. I plant a hand on the wall to steady myself, but the wall doesn’t feel steady either, it feels like it’s breathing. Heat crawls up from my stomach and floods my skin until every inch of me feels raw, sunburned, wrong. I claw at the collar of my shirt just to get air against my throat. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” My voice comes out thick, like it’s dragging through syrup. “I’m so hot. I can’t—the room won’t stop moving.”

Hi,it's your Author STARRY JOSTY Please I'm done with this story titled "MARRIED TO THE COLD-HEARTED BILLIONAIRE." PLEASE HELP SUPPORT MY NOVEL , THANK YOU. And the book two is titled, "THE COLD HEARTED BILLIONAIRE IS THE FATHER OF MY DAUGHTER." please anticipate,Read , comment,share and also vote for me. I'm glad I've been able to complete this story.