Cold Showers Novel Free Novels & Stories

But when I knocked on her door, there was no answer. “Novel?” I called out her name, but silence met me. Panic settled deep in my chest. Luckily, the door was unlocked. When I entered, the room was empty, and my heart hammered against my ribs, until I heard the water running in the bathroom. When I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat. It was Novel. She looked lifeless, submerged beneath the water. Fear gripped me as I hauled her out. “Novel!” I barked. She opened her eyes, but they looked hollow, lifeless.

The cool air kissed my bare skin, making my nipples harden and sending goosebumps racing across my body, but the heat between my legs only grew. By the time I reached the bedroom, I was completely naked, breathing hard from the run and the anticipation. A giddy, almost delirious smile stretched my lips. I padded into the luxurious bathroom, the marble tiles cool beneath my feet. I turned the shower on, not bothering to wait for the water to warm. The first spray was shockingly cold, but it did nothing to extinguish the fire inside me.

she said and grinned at him, even though her insides are shaking a bit. After that, she looks around his office again. The big dark curtains caught her attention. At this time of the day, the sun is at its peak but because of those big curtains hanging on his window, the sunlight barely touches the ground of the insides. She walked towards the window and attempted to part the curtains when a strong grip on her arms stopped her and Sunny found herself pinned on the wall. She can see her own reflection on his dark and scary eyes. It's just like seeing her reflection in the eyes of the murderer. She's scared but she does her best to hide it "Bitch!" He spats on her face. She never heard his voi

~CLARA'S POV~ The bathroom of the guest suite was as cold and sterile as the rest of Ares Volkov’s kingdom. I turned the heavy metal dial until the shower water ran near-scalding, letting the steam thick with the scent of high-altitude ozone fill the marble space. Stepping under the spray, I didn't cry. I didn't let myself freeze. Instead, I took the expensive, unscented soap provided in the stall and thoroughly scrubbed my skin, desperate to wash away the lingering warmth of his touch, the scent of his cedarwood cologne, and the absolute humiliation of being left broken and discarded on his floor.

she whispered, already imagining long walks on the beach, books devoured on the balcony, and maybe just maybe remembering what it felt like to breathe again. She wandered into the master bedroom, admiring the king-sized bed draped in gauzy white curtains. Perfect. She kicked off her sandals and padded toward the ensuite bathroom, dreaming of a cool shower after the long drive. Then she heard it. A low, masculine hum. Followed by the unmistakable sound of a shower running. Lila froze. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she slowly backed out of the bedroom. That’s when she noticed a pair of large men’s sneakers by the door, a black duffel bag on the couch, and the faint scent of sandalwood

I took her hand and lead her to the bathroom. We step into the shower together. I hold her close to me under the cold water, not a pleasant sensation for me, I have to say - the water is freezing to my body, that only moments earlier was coy in bed. But I know it is something that my mate needs right now, she needs her body temperature bringing down, and a cold shower is a quick way to do it. And the cold water trickling all over her body seems to do the trick as her eyes quickly shift back to her own, and she is focused on me again.

Diane The shower is a space of cold, impersonal marble. The water is too hot, almost scalding, but it can't pierce the cold that has settled within me. It runs over my skin like over porcelain, without penetrating. I soap myself mechanically, erasing the last traces of the hotel room, of its sheets, of that endless night. I wash my hair, the neutral shampoo scent replacing the heady scent of the places of my defeat.

The door clicked shut behind me, and I leaned my forehead against the cool wood for a moment, exhaling through clenched teeth. A cold shower. That was the plan. Shock the system. Douse the fire. Regain control. I turned the knob all the way to cold and stripped quickly, stepping under the spray before I could second-guess it. The water hit like ice needles, stealing my breath. I braced one hand against the tiled wall, head bowed, letting it punish me. It didn’t help. The moment I closed my eyes, she was there. Her lips parting under mine, the small sound she’d made when I’d deepened the kiss, the way her fingers had curled into my shirt like she never wanted to let go.

I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up while I grabbed a small bowl and filled it with ice cubes from the mini-fridge. Lorenzo watched me with hooded eyes. “What are you planning, baby?” “Something new,” I said, stepping under the warm spray with him. “Something that’s just for you tonight.” I pressed the first ice cube directly to the center of his chest. Lorenzo hissed sharply, muscles jumping under his skin as the intense cold shocked his heated flesh. Water from the shower cascaded over us, mixing with the melting ice and creating icy rivulets that ran down his abs in freezing streaks.

There were twelve showers hanging on the wall. The thought of them all bathing here at once and seeing each other naked sent shivers down my spine. ThankGoodness it was empty for now. “I’ll be waiting outside,” Danielle said and left me alone in the empty shower room. I got to a corner, pulled off all my clothes and turned the shower on. The water was so cold, I shivered and turned to look for some sort of heater. “Damn it.” I shrieked. “Are you ok!” Danielle said, rushing in.