Cold Heart Warm Hands Novels & Stories

After washing up, I went to bed alone. In the middle of the night, I felt a pair of warm hands slide over my body. Yvonne's kisses were passionate, but there was a trace of complaint in her voice. "Why didn't you wait for me? No matter how late it got, you always waited for me before going to bed." I froze for a second. Despite feeling sleepy, I was suddenly hit with a wave of nausea. She reminded me of just how pathetic I'd once been.

The strong smell of gunpowder and blood seemed to still be lingering under my fingernails. In the past, these hands were once only used for picking through jewelry and clothing items, but now, they were stained with blood. A large, warm hand covered mine. There were callouses on the palm, making it feel rough yet warm against my skin. Don didn't say a word. He just held my icy-cold fingers and tightened his grip, little by little. Soon, the warmth spread from my fingertips throughout the rest of my body, and I didn't feel chilly anymore.

Adrian immediately stepped in front of Peggy and drove his foot into my chest. It was as if an invisible hand were squeezing my heart, forcing the air from my lungs. I glared at Adrian with reddened eyes. "Give me back the box. It's my fault. I shouldn't have tattled. Just give it back. I'll do anything you want!" Pain stabbed deep in my chest when I saw his cold, unyielding stare. I slowly sank to my knees. "Please…" I knew that Adrian despised our child and me. If he realized what was inside that box, he'd likely burn it immediately.

No fade-to-black. There was breath against skin. Scar against scar. Hunger that had waited too long. And underneath it always the storm they both knew was coming. They didn’t stop. They didn’t speak. They felt. And when it was over, and her head rested against his chest, his fingers drawing lazy circles along her spine, he whispered: “You’re still warm.” She didn’t say it aloud. But she thought it: For now. In the cockpit, Elias reviewed the data from the shard.

The words did something even when the situation didn't immediately justify them. I said it again. "You're okay." My hands were warm. Warmer than they should have been, given the cold and the bleeding, which usually made things colder. The warmth was coming from inside rather than outside, the specific quality of it, like something moving through the skin rather than sitting on top of it. I looked at my hands.

The sight was so enchanting, that I could leave paradise for it. I know I am being pulled towards her and I am not able to do anything no matter how hard I try. She wrapped her arms around the knees covering herself from my eyes like she read my gazes. As a result, my eyes fall on her hands that were shaking uncontrollably due to cold. Shifting a little towards her I took her hands in mine. Her hands were ice cold so I rubbed her hands in between my palms to provide my heat. Her hands are so small in comparison to mine that my hands fully covered hers.

At least several hours but how many, how many more? Fingers hurting. Legs cramping. Shiver, shiver, shiver, shivering so much it hurt. Wind hurt even worse. Why so cold? Wasn't it so much warmer than this earlier? Warm up. Rub, rub, rub hands, chest, legs. Heat, lifesaving warmth from the hands to the core of the body, collecting life and thawing it.

Cold hearted prince ❄️(I melted his heart 💧) luma writes ✍️ Chapter Eighteen Warning ⚠️: Don't comment next on my posts please..🙏 🎀 Gabriella's POV 🎀 "Oh my gosh... , I'm really dead now. I've been caught , am sure aunty will be here very soon"I said inwardly, and I began to tremble " Hey witch "the prince said , and I turned to face him..

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

I pressed my hand to her wrist to check for even the faintest pulse, just any proof at all that she was still alive… Nothing! I held her cold hand in mine, hoping that the warmth of my hand would help heat her up, maybe she was just too cold to function properly…yes, that was what it was. I held her hand for what seemed like a thousand years, transferring my warmth to her to no avail. My eyes welled up with hot tears. I bit down hard on my lips to prevent myself from screaming, the metallic taste of blood mingling with the sharp ache in my heart that was searing through my body.