Cold Husband Novels & Stories

He also understood it would be harder to explain if anyone walked in on them, considering it was easier to hear a door open than a tent's flap. Sethlzaar sat at one end of the makeshift table, sipping away at a mug of chilled water as he watched his surroundings. How they managed to keep the water chilled so deep into the summer was beyond him. Although, he had heard the stories of new technologies that harbored the cold of the winter chill for as long as the user deemed necessary. Rumors had it that it included the use of Vulcan abdomen. However, he had no true knowledge of the accuracy of the rumors. One thing he knew was it was something only the rich could afford, and he didn't put it pa

Not pain. Not control. Something else. A memory that wasn’t hers. > Mira’s voice, faint and fractured: “You were never meant to live past the threshold. You were designed for the moment, not the aftermath.” Sera blinked. The whisper faded. Her hand dropped. Adrian stepped in, his boots quiet against the steel. He held a steaming mug. “Brought you something warm. Lira says it tastes like synth mud. I call it coffee.” Sera gave a tired smile. “Thanks.”

Noah walked through them like a man heading to execution. --- The office was cold. Literally and emotionally. Spanning the entire top floor, it looked like a villain’s lair: black steel, matte charcoal walls, and sharp edges. Nothing warm. Nothing soft. Then he saw Elias Voss. Six-foot-something. Black suit tailored like sin. Sharp jaw, slicked-back dark hair, ice-gray eyes behind rimless glasses. He didn’t look up from his laptop. “You’re thirty seconds late,” he said. “I—”

He couldn't tell what part of what he'd just said was soo funny but the girl's laughter only grew louder until her eyes watered “ Ten million “ This single utterance from him was enough to drop the room into a deep and sudden pit of silence. Tiana stopped laughing. Her green eyes watched as he stood, stalking towards her with a pace similar to a predator to it's prey. Reaching her, his hand stretched, his callous fingers grazed her cheek. Her skin was smooth to his touch. “One year” he whispered quietly. “ and the deal will be off” Tiana could feel her breath tremble within her. The scent of lemon and mint filled her, possibly from his cologne.

From inside, I could hear sickening sounds. "Come on. Tristan might be back soon, and my daughter's about to get out of school." "Alright, sweetheart. Call me 'hubby' so I can hear it." "Ugh, hubby~" My hands were fists so tight that my nails were cutting into my palms. After setting down my daughter's urn, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I kicked the bedroom door open and there they were, bare as the day they were born. "Ah, hubby! You… Why are you back?"

This wasn’t the time or place for such thoughts, but I found myself lost in his appearance, struggling to take in enough air. “Since you want to know so badly, sure, why not.” He arched his brows, but his eyes were devoid of any emotion. He was still mad at me, and that only made the pit in my stomach worse. “The cold room is more of a dungeon, used to keep stubborn wolves in line. It's dark, freezing, and filled with ice. Even the strongest warrior of this pack wouldn’t last a week in there,” he retorted casually, as if he wasn’t talking about human lives.

“Actually, your door can’t stop us anyway. If I want to, I can demolish this gate anytime. However, my brother stopped me from doing so. He said it was impolite. “We traveled this far day and night to escort him here. I’m almost dying of hunger, yet we can’t even enter the house. It’s freezing out here. This place doesn’t snow, but why do I feel like it’s colder here than our place that snows?” Gabe finally snapped back to his senses. He thought, ‘There are heaters up in the north, but we don’t really have them in Wiltspoon. We get through winter by relying on sheer will.’ However, there was no need for heaters in Wiltspoon anyway. The cold would only last for a few days. The temperature wou

I'm already close to reaching my climax, fuck. "Baby girl," I breathe. She tugs on my lower lip with her teeth. Jesus. "Your pussy feels so good, my love, b-but my toes—they're cold." And, fuck, my toes are actually cold as I feel the chill air creeping along them. I move my feet so they're hidden underneath the comforter, away from the unpleasant chill. I groan to myself as my erotic dream was interrupted by the damned cold. The heater's been broken for two days now—too many days of

Oliver basked in their flattery, smugness shining in his eyes. He tenderly wrapped his down jacket tighter around Sophia. Gathering her gently against him, he walked slowly up to the freezer. He reached out and tapped a finger against the glass in front of me, his eyes full of contempt. "Grace, do you understand what you did wrong? You know perfectly well our Feral Suns Pack carries the Cold Curse, and you still bullied Sophia." Inside the glass, the freezer's thermometer had already iced over at minus 58 degrees. I was wrapped in the thin cotton pajamas I'd changed into before bed, shivering so hard I couldn't stop.