Cold Shower Drama Mga Nobela at Kwento

Carmen's POV The hot water from the shower pours over my body, turning my skin beat red. I stand there for a good long while, just letting the heat consume me. I slide my foot back and forth over the tile at the bottom of the shower, watching the little waves of water flow back and forth. My shower drain has been kind of plugged for a while, but I keep forgetting to tell Arienne so he can have someone fix it. 'Guess who?' says an unfamiliar voicem rather unexpectedly. I whip my head around the bathroom to see where it came from, but I find no one there.

The gesture produced a cruel whipping sound that resonated around the room. "Now just whipping you with this nine tails is sure to bring out blood from your body. But I need to hear you scream. So I guess we'll spice things up a bit" he said and flipped a switch above the table. The space in the ceiling above Diggs opened up and a shower descended from it. Dylan smirked as he saw the steam evaporating from the shower. Slowly, water droplets dripped from the shower, gradually increasing in speed and quantity. Diggs raised his head and looked at Dylan with surprise and shock. His body began wriggling as he grunted from the impact the hot water made on his body.

A cold shower, to cool my head and calm my raging desire. I stood under the cold shower, letting the icy water cascade over me. I was angry, frustrated, and most of all, confused. Lola had just left, and I had kicked her out like she was nothing. She didn't deserve that, but I couldn't help it. All I could think about was Nyx, the way she looked at me, the way she spoke, the way she fought me. She was everything I wanted, and yet, everything I couldn't have.

She blasted the freezing cold water. "Get in," she ordered. I collapsed onto the wet tile floor of the shower. The freezing water hit my boiling skin. It hissed. A thick cloud of white steam instantly filled the glass box. The sharp cold shocked my nervous system. It bought me a few precious seconds of human clarity. Medora stepped into the shower with me. She didn't care about her clothes. The icy water soaked her oversized sweater instantly. It plastered her dark curls to her pale cheeks. The water washed the dried blood off her hands. It spiraled down the silver drain in a pale pink swirl.

"Fine, fine. If a woman's been drugged, she should take a cold shower. It's rough, but it works. Otherwise, well... It could get serious." Stanley ended the call and turned to Wendy. "Can you manage a cold shower?" Wendy nodded weakly, her face flushed. "I can try." Without saying another word, she hurried to the bathroom. Stanley removed his jacket, draping it over a chair. Just as he began to roll up his sleeves, a sharp cry came from the bathroom. "Ahh!" His jaw tightened in irritation as he strode to the door. "What now?" Inside, Wendy stood under the shower, her thin camisole clinging to her slender frame. Her delicate shoulders and collarbone glistened under the bathroom light. The sho

Elena stood there for a second, staring at the closed door, her heart doing something stupid in her chest. Then she turned and walked back the way she came, faster this time, until she found the stairs and made it back to her room. She closed the door and leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. What the hell was that? She asked ___ She needed a shower. That much she could control. The water ran hot for exactly four minutes. Then it coughed once, spat cold, and died completely. Elena stood in the bathtub with shampoo still in her hair and soap on her collarbone and stared at the dead showerhead like it had personally betrayed her. She turned the handle twice more. Nothing. She turned i

The cold air makes me shiver a little as I turn on the shower. I wait a little until the water becomes hot before stepping inside the glass box. As the hot water touches my skin,I feel refreshed. I take my sweet time to get cleaned. I wash my hair and body and rinse the soap. I turn off the shower and step out of the glass box. I wrap the white bathrobe around my body and go back to the bedroom. My phone is beeping. I pick it up from the nightstand and check the caller id. It's Chloe. A smile blooms on my face as I imagine how she is going to scold me for not getting in touch with her after the wedding.

In the emergency room, a nurse shouted anxiously, "The patient has no will to survive. The resuscitation isn't working!" A doctor responded, "Wait. Her heartbeat is coming back! Call her family! If they say a few words to encourage her, we might be able to bring her back!" Mom's phone suddenly rang. She picked it up, and from the other end came an urgent voice, "Are you Flora Saddler's family? She's in an extremely critical condition. We're still trying to resuscitate her. Could you say a few words to encourage her?" Mom froze for a moment. Her expression shifted slightly before settling into even deeper disgust.

She sighed deeply, trying to expel the last of her worries and frustrations before saying, "Okay... I guess I'm ready when you are." Clayton reached out and reluctantly turned off the water, regretting it instantly. Without the warmth of the water and the soothing sound of it as it pattered against their skin, the reality that they faced seemed to become real once again. Camden opened the glass door of the shower and stepped out, grabbing a fluffy towel for herself and handing one to Clayton. They both dried off in relative silence, feeling the lingering calming effects clinging to them. "I'm actually really looking forward to a good nights sleep," Camden admitted with a yawn as she toweled

Chapter twenty one—shower. ★Maliya's pov★ I stepped into the shower first, the hot water hitting my skin like a warm hug after the movie. Steam filled the bathroom quick, clouding the mirror and making everything feel hidden and private. Micaiah followed right behind me, his body brushing mine as he closed the glass door. The spray soaked us both, water running down his chest and abs, making his muscles glisten. I could not look away from him, my stepbrother, so tall and strong, with that dark look in his eyes that always made my stomach flip.