Cold Person Novels & Stories

"Don't be an idiot, Julian. It's freezing in here." He wasn't wrong. The room was notoriously drafty, and the rusted radiator in the corner was emitting a pathetic, hissing sound that produced absolutely zero heat. The temperature outside was dropping into the low twenties, and the thin glass of the window was already icing over. "I'm fine," I lied, kicking off my shoes and lying down on the floor. I pulled the scratchy blanket over my chest, staring rigidly at the popcorn ceiling. Kael let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. "Suit yourself, martyr."

He loosened his tie with his left hand. Riley put his phone down and looked at me. "Anna, you haven't eaten all day. I'll go buy you something." Without waiting for my answer, he hurried out. Moments later, I saw him on the camera feed. "Are you crazy?! Anna's parents just died. I need to be with her. I'm not in the mood to see you." Nelly pouted but still pressed herself against him with a pitiful look on her face as she said, "I'm doing this because I like you. You must be tired recently. I just want you to have some proper rest…"

Carter and I didn’t need to fill every gap with words, we have been through too much together. “How’s work, apart from the long shifts?” I asked. He blinked, then smirked. “Is Damian Blackwell actually asking about my life?” “Don’t push it,” I warned. Carter chuckled. “It’s good, busy, stressful but I like it. There’s this one patient, he is old man, stubborn as hell. Refused to stay overnight even though we literally saved his heart two days ago. Said he had to get home to feed his dog.” I arched a brow. “And?”

His voice was colder than winter. "Let's get straight to the point now." He turned toward me, his expression serious, his voice holding no warmth. "There's something you must sign," he added. The air turned heavy. My brows lifted slightly, hands trembling in my lap... though I tried to look bold. * * *

He was looking at me. “I have to say…” His voice had changed—just a fraction. Softer. Lower. Less mocking, more final. “You’re good, Diane. Brilliant, even.” I turned to him slowly. “But I think you already know who I am,” he said. My brow arched, lips curling faintly. “You mean you not being Jayson?” A pause. He blinked once, then grinned. “No fun in this if you already knew.” “I’ve always known,” I said quietly. “Jayson was fire. Unpredictable, chaotic. But you?” My gaze trailed down his stance, the way he held his body like a loaded weapon. “You’re colder. Calculated. Cruel in a different way.”

Her somewhat disheveled, short black hair contributed to her somewhat unconventional appearance, prompting her to casually shake her head, ruffling her hair slightly, which made him look so cool. The girl at the door was amazed at how handsome she looked. Casey Angeles is the most good-looking boy in the orphanage but doesn't like being in a gathering of people, a typical loner. Whether he was having a meal in the cafeteria or being called by the instructors in the base to be in the midst of the other kids, he would always stand in a corner, cold, quiet, and unapproachable. Envy simmered in the boys' eyes, while girls' gazes lingered, drawn to Casey's chiseled features and icy demeanor. Even

My eyes flutter closed, a sweet, flower-scented breeze ruffling through the curtains, blowing over my damp skin, finally cooling it. I need to get outside. I can't be in this room a moment longer. Snatching a sheer dressing gown off its hook, I slip it on and make my way out the door and into the corridor. Everything about this place is vast and cold. The ceilings are tall and sweeping, adorned with ornate fixtures and painted various shades to create intricate patterns. My bare feet pad against the cool wooden flooring as I wander toward what I hope is the exit. Nothing in this manor seems personable. The wallpaper is a plain shade of ivory and all the furnishings are too polished and prope

I woke up the next day feeling cold. Marco poured a bucket of cold water on me. "Aren't you supposed to be awake by now?" He asked. I lifted my body and tried to stand up. "What do you want?" I asked and he held my wrist and pressed it. I winced in pain before he released it. "You have a package to deliver for me." He eyed me. "Why can't he send it to DHL?" I asked myself. "What package?" I asked and i got a slap in the face.

Happily unaware, we dive into hours of beauty treatments. "Piper, you realize it's like eighty degrees outside, right? Why are you bundled up like Nanook of the North?" Sutton asks out of the blue. "Just cold I guess." I shrug off the question to avoid the truth-I can't seem to keep any weight on and I'm always cold. My feet are in a perpetually frozen state, my hands like little icicles. I bundle up to keep from freezing to death. "Are you sick?" Cam asks. "No. I'm fine. Really."

The wind hummed softly, touching the trees and making them sway to its caress. The smell of the gutter, spoilt fruits, ice fish and more all mixed together in the air. All around, people were busy. The wheel barrow pusher shouted at people to clear as he approached with cartons of indomie stacked on his wheel barrow. A man selling boxers made from bedsheets was walking around calling for customers. A woman shouting, ' upstairs and downstairs!' was walking around waving pants and bras in the air.