Cold Person Novels & Stories

The lower you went, the more extreme the cold. In addition, the extremely cold air was a special energy similar to mind power. Except for mind power, all other means would not be able to defend against it. If the extreme cold air entered the body, it would not only make the person feel bone-piercing pain, but it would also affect their emotions. If you were exposed to the extreme cold air for a long time, even your personality would gradually change. After coming out, the person would act like a completely different person even if they did not go crazy.

Aiden, Not wanting to aggravate the situation at hand, I simply nodded my head in response before moving to my room. I knew the guest she was talking about was non-other than a lady. As usual, she still tried to matchmake me with the daughter of one of her billionaire friends. I took a cold bath. Moving to my closet, I picked out grey pants, a white handless shirt and flipped them on. Next, I strolled down to the living room, I knew she was seated there.

, she had managed to stammer. The old woman had smiled warmly and chuckled at the little girl's naivety. Then explained that it was just an expression. An old wives tale, used by people to explain a cold shiver running up their spine. Cara looked down the street at Mrs. Davies house. She knew it was impossible, but maybe she should just go check and see if her old friend was down there some how. As she walked down the street she hugged her bare arms around her in an attempt to stay warm. Shivering badly as she reached her destination, she stood staring at the home from the side walk for a moment before approaching. The home had always felt warm and enviting to Cara. But today it felt cold an

Emaline held her breath, stepping up to the edge of the dining room as her father pulled the heavy oak front door open. Standing on the small porch under the warm yellow porch light was Aiden Blackwood. He had completely shed his three-piece corporate armor. He wore a fitted black cashmere crewneck sweater, dark trousers, and a tailored coat carried casually over one arm. In his right hand, he held a bottle of vintage, aged red wine; in his left, a wooden box containing a rare, restored set of vintage mechanical fountain pens—an accountant's dream collector's item. Without the towering glass of his 60th-floor office surrounding him, Aiden looked distinctly human—yet his broad frame, sharp ja

The cold and indifferent demeanor that often irritated Kimberly. "I'll wait for five minutes downstairs; if you're late, we'll cancel our outing today," the man said as he walked out of the apartment, leaving Kimberly reluctantly muttering in frustration. ***

they are known for being extremely cold hearted species as they never shed a single tear in their entire life time and no they are not stinky or dirty but extremely clean freaks! A beautiful body belonging to a pure soul was laying down on a king size cozy bed. Enjoying the coziness the body snuggled into what she assume was a pillow. As her eyes were closed she felt a something cold like a finger caressing her flawless face. Thought the hand was cold as ice but Excuse me hello I am a fucking ice Queen it felt was soothing and made me feel Safe! Hang on a second! A dead person shouldn't be feeling anything! and Hang on for another second when did they start making pillow which are cold and h

Jayda had the most horrible look on her face when she took the first shot but she got comfortable with the taste by the time she took her third shot. ...................... After a very long day at work, having one meeting to the other and reviewing contracts with his lawyer, Sebastian Miller walked into Club 232. The most popular and expensive club in Miami. Everyone who works in the club knew him as a regular VIP customer. He showed up on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays to have some drinks and find a girl to fuck. Sebastian is cold, ruthless and heartless. He has absolutely no respect for anyone, especially the female figure. He doesn’t believe in love and neither does he believe in anyth

My fingers won't warm up, even tucked inside my sleeves. *** Marlon doesn't look up when I dump the sheets on his desk. Both hands buried in a bin of skate guards, grumbling about synthetic versus real leather like it personally wronged him. "You look like you saw a ghost, Marlowe." "Just cold." "It's November. Everybody's cold. Count the shin guards."

In the dark, one of the clones stirred from sleep. The youngest. She sat up and whispered, “Syra?” Syra looked over. “I don’t know who I am.” Syra nodded once. “You will.” The cryopods no longer hissed. Their lights had dimmed to standby modeno longer life support. Just sleep chambers now. Obsolete. Empty. Syra stood at the far end of the chamber, arms crossed, watching the others. One was practicing walking in a slow, careful lineboots echoing softly across the frost-laced metal floor.

The freezing room's temperature was excess and seriously chilling. Dave Lin was pacing around the chilly room rubbing his hands together as to reduce the cold he was feeling. If he was to sit pit, he believed cold could penetrate through his body and have effects. So this was the possible solution he came up with, moving about to keep lively.