Cold Husband Novels & Stories

There were air conditioners, floor heating systems, and burning fireplaces on three different walls, all switched on at the same time. In the middle of the room was a stove, where hot tea was boiling. Despite the humid temperature within the tomb-like house, Harvey could still feel a biting chill. The chill felt so real, and the entire place felt close to Hell itself. It was as if nothing could conceal the coldness in the room, not even the fireplaces or the floor heating systems. Harvey soon spotted the source of the coldness, and narrowed his eyes. In the deeper parts of the room was a stone bed with burning charcoal under it. Yet, it was still not enough to suppress the intense chill.

His lips have formed a pout, and there is an angry furrow on his forehead. "You should have told me you were cold." I smile. "It's not that bad..." "Your fingers are like ice... I bet your toes are the same. We need to buy you warmer clothes for the cold months." "There isn't even snow outside," I point out. "And you can still swim in the ocean... it's just me that is sensitive." His arms wrap tighter around me. "You're lucky to have a husband who is a walking furnace. I will warm you."

The doctor looked at Raph Conrad and advised: "Because she is physically very weak, she should be given adequate nutrition and should be kept warm." Raph Conrad worriedly asked: "What's wrong with her, why is she suddenly so hot?" The doctor looked at him and said, "General, there is actually something very strange about this. She has an illness called a cold. A disease caused by a virus, when people are in too cold or too hot environments. But the special thing is that this disease only appeared in human genes 1000 years ago.” Raph Conrad cold eyes: "You know what you have to do."

Alicia's POV "It stays." The word came out absolute. He was looking at the blazer. Not my face. The blazer. "You're overheating," he said. "I'm fine." "You're not." "I'm aware of my own body temperature, thank you." He leaned back against the elevator wall. Arms crossed. That shirt still unbuttoned three buttons, and I was absolutely not counting. "I'm still your husband, you know." The mug rotated in my hands. I made myself stop.

After a few gulps, he pulled the water away. “Good?” “Yeah,” I said hoarsely. “Sw Are you hungry?” “No.” “Are you cold?” I hesitated, thinking of how I could use my next answer to my advantage. “…Yes.” “It is pretty cold in here, isn’t it?” Colt leaned over and set the water bottle down. “We have to keep it cold here. This room is where we butcher our kills. The cold keeps the meat fresh.” His arms stayed firmly around me. If I thought he was going to leave me alone or at least detach from me to give me the sweater off his back, I was wrong. “There’s been so much blood in here that it stains the floor. Can you smell it?”

The heavy door slid open with a hiss of cold mist. Inside, frost coated the floor in a thin white layer. The lights flickered gently, creating halos of pale blue around the single active cryo capsule at the far end of the room. Adrian’s pulse skyrocketed. “No…” He walked toward it, breath fogging in front of him. The capsule wasn’t labeled. No ID number. No research tag. Just a sleeping figure inside. He reached the glass and wiped away icy condensation with his sleeve. His knees nearly gave out.

Dad seemed to be wavering, and I was about to beg again when Trevor's gentle voice cut in. "Uncle Richard, he'll be fine. The sauna is only set to seventy-nine degrees. That's practically room temperature." My eyes widened. Impossible. He was lying. The floor was already burning my feet. There was no way it was only seventy-nine degrees. The heat around me sliced across my skin like knives. When I forced my head up, I saw the temperature glowing on the sauna display. One hundred forty degrees. Dad thought I was lying for sympathy. In his anger, he cranked the temperature up another eighteen degrees.

I whispers "I am cold. But I am more immune to it than you. I've gone through this countless times during the winter." "W-why?" "Because sometimes the heat generator freezes. They use the back up generator to heat the upstairs area where all of them live." I look down at my hands. They're so stiff. I rub them together breath hot air in it. It's not working. I whimper from how cold it is. With a shaking head, I look at Xander. He is shivering from the cold. His cheek bones look raw from frostbite. His little stubble has frost on it as well.

During a visit to my in-laws with my husband, Simon Sader, my mother-in-law, Tiffany Moran, stealthily tugged me into the kitchen, where she asked if I had been taking supplements regularly lately. I forced an awkward smile, allowing her to rake her gaze across me. Tiffany sighed loudly. "Then, why aren't you pregnant yet?" Whenever she pestered me about having a baby, I would simply tell her that I had difficulty getting pregnant. The truth, however, was that Simon was asexual. The most intimate thing we had ever done in our ten years of marriage was kiss.

Neil said through gritted teeth. "You're talking dirty again." Mia rubbed against his chest, acting like a shy little girl. "If you have the energy, I'll let you f*ck me all you want." "D*mn it!" replied Neil. ...... Madison City. The heavy snow had stopped, but sporadically, there would still be light snow. The thick snow on the street could not be melted in a day or two. In the study, Jayden did not feel cold at all with the heater turned on. Therefore, he was only wearing a thin shirt. The shirt was white, but his face was ashen, which was a strong contrast to the color of his clothes.