Novel & Cerita Cold Person

Sera cracked the panel open slowly, breath shallow. The room was colder than the rest of the penthouse. Not from temperature. From memory. The storage vault was no larger than a walk-in closet. Four narrow shelves. A desk. A chair. A typewriter Elise used for fake government profiles. The one she said she liked better because “paper doesn’t betray you.” Sera stepped inside. She scanned the shelves. And stopped. Each drawer was labeled with a name. Not aliases. Not targets. Versions. > “Sera: Age 7 – Never Speaks When Afraid”

Ray jogged the four blocks to his apartment, dashed up the stairs and into his little studio,he was relieved to see that Tania already ate the food he left for her to eat after coming back from school,he knows that his younger sister was trying not to make things hard for me by not complaining about anything,Ray felt that he was very lucky that Tania doesn't make a fuss about wanting toys like most 12 year old. It was just as cold in his apartment as it was outside, but he still felt good to be home. He wished he could shower before bed, but he never did during the winter because of tania and money for rent. Going to sleep with wet hair when his apartment was so cold was a recipe for getting

The frosting is a pale, jaundiced yellow, the sickly echo of a winter sun. The cold. The raw, biting cold. It's not just a sensation anymore. It’s a tenant in my blood, an uninvited occupant that has finally built its home in my bones.

she mumbled, taking half-steps to approach the man and ensure what was happening with Richie. Sharlynn tilted her head, observing his face. Suddenly, she smiled as she moved each inch of his face. She smirked when still moving every inch of his face. Curved eyelashes with thick eyebrows that almost merged with the curvature indicated the man's deep sleep. "You're handsome, but unfortunately, like the icebergs in the North and South Poles..." Sharlynn paused her sentence to take in as much oxygen as possible. "I can't stand your temperature; it's too cold. Polar bear!"

His mood changes in an instant. He looks like Sunny just asked one of the most dangerous questions that she could ask. The sweetness of the candy is already gone and his stares send shivers down her spine. If glares can do something to a person then maybe she’s dead and cold meat already. That’s how dangerous he looks right now.

The soft glow spread across the creamy surface that coated onyx walls. Towards his path, the temperature began to drop. He stopped before a stone door and opened it as easily as he would to something made of plastic. Cold air embraced his face, chest, and every exposed part of his body. The storage was kept at +3 degree celsius. He welcomed frost and ice; they were almost comforting. Almost. Because nothing could comfort him. His soul was numb and even dormant at times. Rows of steel shelves occupied the cold room. He sauntered down the narrow passages. His eyes scanned the blood bags. A positives and O negatives; humans were willing to trade for their blood for a certain price. Some were im

He looked less like a man and more like a statue that had been left out in the snow. "You're freezing," Elion said, dropping the lamp and rushing to the bed. "The ambient temperature... hasn't stabilized," Cale chattered. "Entropy lag." "It's not lag, it's hypothermia." Elion grabbed the extra blanket from the foot of the bed and threw it over Cale. He rubbed Cale’s arms through the fabric, trying to generate friction, heat, anything. "We have to get up," Elion said. "We have to fix this."

Gina was shown love by her parents more than ever. And Rex couldn't be more happier knowing Bonnie. It was a very cold night, it had rained that evening which made everywhere cold and cool. Bonnie particularly had been complaining about the weather and how she would love nothing else than to cuddle Rex. That would have been easy but Rex had been trying his possible best to abstain from s3x. He dosen't want the same mistakes to happen so, giving excuses like am busy with work always hindrance them whenever they almost get close.

she asks as she dries her hands with a kitchen towel, “I was so worried about you, young lady. You can't be out so late, you know it's not good for you” I know what you mean. The low temperatures in the city cause serious damage to my lungs, a person with CF can't be exposed to the cold for long periods of time, as there is a high risk of getting an infection. I have heard about it thousands of times, however I am not so irresponsible, when I go out at night I go prepared with wool gloves, a hat and of course a winter jacket. It's not quite winter yet, but we are on the verge, so the temperatures have dropped considerably.

he says and proceeds to pour us our beverages. Just hearing about a cold front makes me break out in an anxious sweat. I feel the pain of every snapped bone, every fracture, every break, the worst when it’s cold. Winter was brutal, and since I am slow to heal, it’s even worse. “Are you ever going to tell me who that old lady was?” I ask for the tenth time since I last saw her, knowing the answer would remain the same. He shakes his head and chuckles. “You know I’m not permitted to say-”