Cold Person Novels & Stories

He certainly has great tastes if his home is a reflection. There is still the enigma of what he wants with me. I don't trust his motives and curiosity is the only thing keeping me here. That and my desire to sleep on a bed instead of a bench. It's almost fall in Connecticut and with it will come the cold. I may not feel fear like the average person, but I certainly don't feel like being uncomfortable if I don't have to. Cold is one thing I hated. I wasn't leaving, not until I get the feeling I'm looking for. All of my adrenaline highs, they have all brought me closer to what I want to feel, and yet they all seem to fall short. I haven't quite pieced together what is missing.

Noah walked through them like a man heading to execution. --- The office was cold. Literally and emotionally. Spanning the entire top floor, it looked like a villain’s lair: black steel, matte charcoal walls, and sharp edges. Nothing warm. Nothing soft. Then he saw Elias Voss. Six-foot-something. Black suit tailored like sin. Sharp jaw, slicked-back dark hair, ice-gray eyes behind rimless glasses. He didn’t look up from his laptop. “You’re thirty seconds late,” he said. “I—”

I'm already close to reaching my climax, fuck. "Baby girl," I breathe. She tugs on my lower lip with her teeth. Jesus. "Your pussy feels so good, my love, b-but my toes—they're cold." And, fuck, my toes are actually cold as I feel the chill air creeping along them. I move my feet so they're hidden underneath the comforter, away from the unpleasant chill. I groan to myself as my erotic dream was interrupted by the damned cold. The heater's been broken for two days now—too many days of

He moved through the house like a ghost, his movements slow and listless. Brenda was worse. The old woman had aged a decade in the past few weeks, her face lined with worry and exhaustion. She spent most of her time in the living room, wrapped in a threadbare blanket, complaining about the cold. The furnace was barely functional, struggling to maintain a temperature above 15°C even during the day. At night, the temperature dropped into the single digits, and Brenda's arthritis flared up, leaving her in constant pain.

The doctor looked at Raph Conrad and advised: "Because she is physically very weak, she should be given adequate nutrition and should be kept warm." Raph Conrad worriedly asked: "What's wrong with her, why is she suddenly so hot?" The doctor looked at him and said, "General, there is actually something very strange about this. She has an illness called a cold. A disease caused by a virus, when people are in too cold or too hot environments. But the special thing is that this disease only appeared in human genes 1000 years ago.” Raph Conrad cold eyes: "You know what you have to do."

I had my mouth open to breathe. The temperature in this freezer feels like it has been decreasing. I'm no longer mobilized. My whole body is like those dolls with creepy looks with glass ball eyes just staring at you. The cold inside is like tiny feet of frost imps marching down your arm. Cold is like little teeth nibbling on your fingers. Cold is like a drip of freezing water running down your back, jangling your nerves, and setting your teeth on edge. Every inch of my body, inside my muscles and bones, is rock solid.

He had the gall to show up outside my apartment again. This time, he kneeled in the snow, shaping handfuls of it into roses. One after another, he laid them out in front of the building until the ground was covered in white roses. His hands were red from frostbite, but he didn't stop. People walking by began whispering. "His girlfriend must be really mean, making him do this in the cold." "Even if he pissed her off, she shouldn't make him stand out here like that." "Man, he must really love her. How I wish I could find a guy like that."

“You are soaked. You must be freezing.” Florence hesitated, her hands trembling slightly from the cold and from everything that was inside her head. She stared down at her damp clothes, her mind racing with thoughts of her own vulnerability. The stranger, sensing her hesitation, gently placed the jacket around her shoulders. The warmth of the fabric was a comforting contrast to the cold she had been feeling. The oversized jacket enveloped her, providing a sense of security and protection.

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

Favour walks in to join Esther and said, "I like the ice cream, Esther." "Yes, it is very expensive, you know, mom doesn't know all these things." "Yes, I can agree with you on that," Favor responds, and they both laugh out loud, licking their ice cream. Meanwhile, Mrs. Tonia asked, "So tell me, Flora, you mean you saw that cold man today?"