Cold Person Novels & Stories

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I was disappearing, ounce by ounce, and part of me found it fascinating. The cold had become a living thing inside me, coiled at the base of my spine, radiating outward. I shivered constantly, even when the cellar wasn’t particularly cold. The chill had sunk deep, colonizing my marrow, turning my bones to ice. The cold wasn’t just in my bones now—it was in my voice, my thoughts, the way I calculated Clarksdale’s weaknesses with frostbite precision. It was the kind of cold that made you wonder if you’d ever be warm again.

Do you get it? I switch on the heater and I start stripping my clothes one by one as I walk towards the shower. I turn the valve left and the water starts flowing, at first the water is warm and then it gets hotter and hotter with every passing second and weirdly enough I don't mind. After a couple of minutes I have to leave the shower (sadly) because Jason keeps telling me that the food will get cold. I dry myself and apply some lotion on my body as I make my way towards the pile of clothes Jason had given me.

Hot meal, cold meal, or a bullet in the head? Emma tried aiming her feet toward the cabin in spite of herself. The numbing cold riddling her body started to evaporate, replaced by a warm tickle that could only be the first touch of frostbite. She imagined her thumb trying to pull back the hammer on the Ruger only to snap off. God fucking damn it!

I said, and he immediately replied. "I know, my king. Nothing happened. It's just Genelia on the line, she is telling me about Aurora, who caught a bad cold, and now she can't seem to have anything, not even her soup which is worsening her state as she is almost unconscious with a high fever. And as from what I heard, she got hypothermia, so she can't be sick for a fat amount of days." Alec said, and immediately I remembered her state and her words. ~I have hypothermia, If I catch a cold then I'll be sick for a good amount of days, and if I don't take care of myself, then it can cause affects my mind

He asks. I shake my head, “I’m not. I feel great on the inside but terrible on the outside and it all thanks to this weather” I frown, still shivering. Clark frowns, “I have an idea but you’re definitely not going to like it” he says. I frown, “I’ll literally do anything to get warmer”. He shakes his head, “you’re definitely not going to like it, but I’m going to say it anyway. I’ve heard that human contact helps to reduce cold, so maybe if I hold you you’ll get warmer”

I've wanted him close. The funny thing is Richard is always cold, he has cold hands, cold feet, while he is always cold , I am always warm. I liked how being close to him made me feel better, made me feel this warmth inside me even when his hand was freezing. And we sat there, comforting each other without saying a word. I was waiting for him to trust me, to open up like I was doing with him but I knew that if he didn't, I'd understand because it isn't easy to talk about something that hurts you. I can talk to him because for some inexplicable reason, I feel like I can trust him.

Serah's POV The weather was unbearably cold, biting through my clothes and chilling me to the bone. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself as I walked along the deserted streets, shivering uncontrollably. Each step felt heavier than the last, and the cold seemed to gnaw at my very core. My stomach churned painfully, likely a mix of the freezing temperature and the heaviness in my heart. I just hoped with all my might that I would reach home soon, a warm refuge from this cruel night.

Even, when the man carried her, she shut her mouth. "I'll get your coat tomorrow morning. It won't go away," Mister Cold explained between rumbling breaths. A second later, he focused on finding the track with the least snow. Once lowered to the floor, Amber immediately curled up against the wood heater. Even though the temperature inside the cottage was much warmer, she was still shaking. "Are you okay?" the man asked as he added wood to the fire. "Yes," Amber answered curtly. In disbelief, Mr. Cold checked the woman's condition himself. As soon as he touched the snow-cold skin, he rushed to undress. "Don’t take it wrong! I just want to warm you up."

Lucas was puzzled he couldn't believe he had slept with a total stranger, with his personality and all he found it strang and funny all together. Lucas has a cold personality, he is especially cold mainly to the female gender , thinking back in time, his father Mr Isaac lost his precious wife during childbirth while Lucas lost his mother at a very young age of five . Because of the experience he had to go through and also watching how his father was devastated at that period of time , that was when he said to himself that he wasn't going to have anything to do with the female gender because of fear losing something dear to him.