Cold Person Novels & Stories

"Vampires can look just like any other human, unless they've gone Cold. Their heart and lungs seem to shut down, their body temperature drops and they get much stronger and faster." "Then why don't you stay Cool?" "Cold actually, and most do. But, you also use up blood faster when you're Cold. Other vamps don't mind because they don't care where they get it." "Oh." "Yeah." "Well, uh, I've got to get some sleep if I'm going to get to work tonight." "Oh, sure. I'll just go in the next room."

Another week has gone by, officially ending the first month of summer vacation. And even though it is the summer, in this town hot and sunny days don’t last for longer than a month. The cooler seasons come very quickly, leaving only a few weeks for people to enjoy the very few hot and summery days. So it is common to see many people dressed in clothes you would normally see worn when it was fall, or winter season. This isn’t really a problem for some, but for others it is not as much of a joy. For example, Krist enjoys the cold. It makes him feel calm and less agitated. Something about the cool atmosphere clears his head and makes him feel more at ease.

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

Coldwell complains. “Probably because you are a Manwhore and the first thing you said to her was how big you dick is. I mean haven’t you learned from what me and your other brothers have gone through, that these women are tough as nails.” I say drinking my beer. Coldwell takes another sip of his beer and scowls. "Manwhore? That's a bit harsh, don't you think?" I shrug my shoulders. "I mean, it's not like you have a reputation as a one-woman man. Haven's probably looking for someone who's more committed and serious about a relationship."

Clyde, the orchestrators of this cruel game, sought to crush my spirit, to break me down. The relentless cold seemed to penetrate the very depths of my being, leaving me shivering and vulnerable. It was as if the icy tendrils of winter were determined to claim every inch of my existence. With each inhale, a sharp ache pierced my chest, a painful reminder of the frigid air that surrounded me. Desperation filled my gasps for breath, as if I was grasping at the last remnants of warmth and hope.

Primo explained. “Can I come up? It’s rather cold out here.” He asked and rubbed his arms for emphasis. What a weak little bitch if he thinks this is cold. This is nice weather. Cold is when it’s -40℉, and even that, I wouldn’t bitch about it being cold. If he wanted cold, he could know the cold of death when I ripped him to pieces. With a growl, Gunnar and I rushed out and tackled the jackass who dared ask to be invited into our mate’s room.

He said whilst pulling me closer. He pulled my entire body against his, right in front of everybody. His legs were open around me and my ass went right against his... I swallowed. I felt the touch of his hands and they were absolutely freezing. I frowned at them. "Why are your hands so cold?" I asked him. I was cold, but he was like an ice pack. "We are demons. We are cold creatures. Humans tend to be a few degrees warmer." Adrian explained, putting his arm around me. I felt the eyes of the company on me and I looked at them with a frown. They all looked like they were cold. It was cold, but not that cold.

She clutched her stomach due to the sharp pain caused in her lower abdomen. Zared picked up the jug of water kept on her side on the table and poured it all on her head in one go. She gasped for air and swept her hair from her face and looked down at the water sliding down her, her body started shivering, even though it was sunny outside and no sign of even a cold breeze was present, she was shivering, out of the cold she felt, the fear she felt.

"You lost the woman who treated you like her entire world. You lost the free caretaker who cleaned up your life and loved you unconditionally. "And now you think you can trick me into going back so I can keep working my ass off for you. Keep dreaming. "I don’t recycle trash."

There's only the cold. It's under my skin now — not biting anymore, not sharp and immediate like it was at first. Just permanent. Like winter has taken up residence in my bones, like I was made of stone and the warmth was scraped out of me with careful, deliberate precision. The kind of cold that doesn't just touch you — it inhabits you, makes itself at home in the spaces between your ribs. My knees have stopped hurting. That should scare me more than it does.