Cold Person Novels & Stories

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.

When he saw that the fluid was exhausted, he removed the IV and placed a bandage on the spot before leaving us. The stranger took a seat on the chair next to the bed and I was finally able to look at him properly. He was handsome; next level handsome. He was the kind of man who made you do a double take if you saw him in the streets. He had sharp features but his eyes were cold. Most of all, he looked expensive. “Who are you?” I blurted out. He stared at me for a few more seconds before speaking. “You ran into me and fainted. Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

It serves as a silent reminder of human presence amidst the desolation. In this freezing room, time seems to stand still. The brittle, icy air clings to every surface, serving as a constant reminder of abandonment. It is a place where darkness, dirt, and bitter cold intertwine, creating an aura of melancholy and neglect that leaves a lasting impression on anyone who dares to venture within its chilling confines. Lisa shivered as the cold air bites through her skin. One of the guards immediately turned on the singular light bulb and then Lisa looked around once more. The light itself wasn't able to chase the darkness completely which seemed pretty useless.

The cold felt like a living thing, wrapping itself around me tightly like a merciless predator. Sinking its icy claws into my flesh, clawing at my bones. I won’t be shocked if I get hypertonia by the end of the day. I had always thought I knew what cold was… growing up in a world that had never been kind to me or offered any warmth. But this.. this was something different. Something alive, something malevolent. It was all time consuming. I huddled in a corner, my arms wrapped around my knees, trying to preserve what little body heat I had left. The darkness was oppressive, broken only by the faintest sliver of light that managed to seep in through the cracks in the heavy door.

Maria POV The cold here had a texture. It was not the cold of winter, not the kind a person could bundle against and outlast. It was the cold of stone that had not seen sunlight in fifty years, cold that rose up through the floor into the bones and stayed. The kind of cold I had read about in books once and dismissed as gothic exaggeration. I was finding out it was not exaggeration. I was finding out it was inadequate.

"Selena..." "Hmm..." I answered and then I pressed myself even harder to feel if it could give me more warmth. Why is it so cold? I would like to request Kenzo to turn down the AC because I'm not comfortable anymore with the cold that I feel like it's biting my skin. I just feel weak and I don't know why. Can I request a blanket from Kenzo? It was really cold, I even coughed. "I don't understand how you caught a cold." Kenzo is saying my but I feel bad that I can't understand but the sound of his voice is obviously irritating.

Love just expressionlessly took a seconds look at his host before calmly retracted his gaze and stood at the side motionless. 'Your so cold' Xia Yu suddenly said out of the blue, frowning deeply at her system sudden change of attitude for the passed few days, they don't get to see each other. It really looks like a completely different system who had gone from very cheerful and talkative before to this sudden coldness sticking to every inch of its bones( can refer as bones too.) 'System function will get heat when overcharged and will cool down if its not used for a long time, so yes Host. I am cold! Thank you for letting me have a deep slumber'

But how? “What are the cold cells?” I ask, and Haely goes rigid. I move around the kitchen counter behind her and wrap my arms over her waist and tug her back flush against me, focusing on the thought of Ivy, imagining this whole fake relationship is one with the only person I really want to have in my arms. It works for a moment until she talks and melts into my arms. “They are in the dungeon. We have different cells for different torture. The cold cells maintain a temperature of negative three degrees Fahrenheit. Where did you hear about them?” She asks, genuinely curious.

I rush back immediately to her after making a call. Her legs and palms are suddenly turning to cold and blue and it’s scaring me to the hell. I have seen a body as cold as the ice and I never want to see anything as cold as that in my whole life. I am so much obsessed with that cold body that I don’t even used to eat any frozen things and not even walk in the cold and frozen snow.

November's Point of View When my Iris woke up, she tried hard to stand up despite failing. She growls furiously in my mind and sends blue fire running through my skin where it touches the chains. I feel it warm the metal momentarily before it becomes cold again. Cold Iron was also created to stay a cold temperature, it is nearly impossible to heat past -15 degrees C. I have no idea how it was ever created to be that way, but I do know that this entire room is made of it.