Cold Heart Book Novels & Stories

“Something real. Not a memory of a party or a name of a person we both hate. Tell me something you see right now.” I looked around the room. I saw the way the firelight danced on the gold leaf of the book spines. I saw the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, silent stars. I saw the way the shadows made him look younger, softer. “I see the fire,” I said, my voice low and melodic. “It’s dying down to embers, a soft, glowing orange. It looks like the heart of a mountain. And the books… they look like a city of paper, all standing at attention, waiting for someone to listen to them. And I see a man who is far more than the darkness he’s been handed.”

Herrick whispered and pecked David's head. « Accepting the decision of Moon Goddess, they cherished the mate bond and made a promise to make it through whatever future might hold » The End of 'My Cold Hearted Mate'

This is really stressing me out, and I couldn't wait for it all to be over. The eldest among the elders took the books from me. Others gathered around him as they began glancing through the book. They checked from one book, and then they crossed check from the two other books to see if it would correspond. If I were to be a regular human, my heart would be beating terribly by this time. But fortunately my heart wouldn't move an inch crom it's position or make a single noise. The only person that could ever shake my heart would remain Sally, except Sally, no other person, nor any situation would be capable of making my heart beat, or skip.

So cold! Why is it so cold everywhere? A cold that pierces the heart... Is that hell not as hot as lava but as cold as ice? Is it dead? But it doesn't accept... Clause Chen, it still wants to live, still wants to find happiness... It does not serve! God is unfair, so unfair to it... Clause Struggling trying to get out of his darkness to find some light of hope, but all it had was the quiet night that surrounded him. Cold breaths and pitiful cries are scratching this sinful soul.

Nothing but cold. Not the sharp bite of winter air or the clean sting of snow. The kind of cold that didn't announce itself with pain, but settled deep and quiet. Behind the eyes. Beneath the skin. In the hollow spaces between heartbeats. The kind that grew slow and patient, like frost spreading over glass—inevitable and invisible, until it cracked something vital. His fingers were numb despite his gloves. His toes had lost feeling somewhere on the stairs. But the cold wasn't coming from outside. It was radiating outward from somewhere deep in his chest, as if his heart had frozen solid and was now stealing warmth from everything else.

It was so cold that it chilled his heart to its core . ' Let her die ' whispered the voice ' she was a mistake , a mistake you made in the heat of moment , a reminder of how that lowly woman took advantage of your grief . Let her be killed and forgotten , her existence to be ceased only then- only then your heart will be at ease '

I flipped through the pages until a page got stuck under my thumb but that was not made me freeze, the words that were once unreadable by me where now clear as day. Somehow I found myself understanding every word and the strange language feeling like I’d known it my entire life. “The cold ones” I read, the words written with very bold letters, I scanned the rest of the book my eyes widening as I read most of it. “They are the one that have defied death and come back to life but not with a beating heart” I read out loud. Somehow the words translated itself in my head before coming out as English words from my heart, I don’t even understand how that was possible.

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.

My memory of his blood filling my throat a few hours ago intensified this burning sensation, but a moment later, a feeling of disgust followed that memory. Nick's blood... didn't feel like blood at all. It tasted like the most enjoyable thing that had ever touched my tongue. Hearing his heartbeat as his thick, warm blood saturated my throat, I had never felt such a good feeling before. But after I finished, Nick seemed to keep his distance from me. He even tried to get away from me as quickly as possible. Was he angry because I took too much of his blood? I swallowed my saliva again before opening the door knob in front of me. The living room in this hotel suite was combined with a small pan

His smile was warm, but it only made the ache in my chest grow stronger. I smiled back, but deep down I was upset. I really wished he’d had just left. Anyways, I went ahead to sit beside Cole, who had already taken a spot beside him. The cushions were soft, almost too soft, and they seemed to swallow me whole as I sank into them. My eyes picked out the title of the book that he was reading. It was “Bound by Hatred.” This was one of my favorite dark romance novels I read as a teen. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant.