Novel & Cerita Cold Person

I asked. Qing Han still held my gaze. “It was just a few bottles,” he said, as if it wasn’t a big deal. My eyes moved to the trash can in the room, and I sighed deeply. “Is that your definition of a few bottles?” I asked. The trash can was filled with so many bottles of alcohol that there wasn't any more space left. He groaned a little. I wasn’t sure if he was actually in pain or just exaggerating everything. I brought my hand to his forehead. He was sweaty, and his temperature was a bit high, but it wasn’t anything to cause major alarm.

The air became warm. Not hot. Comfortably warm. Like standing beneath early morning sunlight. Then... Something stepped out of the mist. Not fully. Just enough for Grayson to see movement. A massive paw. Silver fur. Claws larger than daggers. The ground cracked beneath its weight. Another step. The hooded followers lowered their heads even further. One of them began quietly weeping. The Prophet whispered a single sentence. "Welcome home..." Inside the Temple... The heartbeat suddenly stopped. Complete silence followed.

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.

Mom left nodding at us. Immediately Nikki’s mobile started ringing and she lifted it going outside the room. I looked at Arthi to see she is totally used to this. “So what about her other grand parents?” I asked her. “First thing is that they are poor and weak. And now that their daughter is dead they went to their village.” She replied. “How is he?” I asked her looking at the baby. “He is the same as usual blank. But the weird thing is he didn’t lift the baby in his arms this whole week.” She replied frowning.

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

his voice was cold. "Yes! So, his name is Little White? Is he yours?" she asked. Zake nodded. Maezhei's eyes shone, "So, where is he?" she said while scanning the room. Zake was about to answer her when the door open. Maezhei shifted her gaze to the door and her eyes widen when she saw who just open the door. Zifan?! - she thought. Just then, she realized something. She covered her mouth using her hands then looked at the cold guy whose staring at her right now.