Cold Showers Novel Novels & Stories

A sigh of relief escaped my lips and I closed my eyes briefly, soaking in the coldness against my face before opening them and slipping out of my robe, undoing the collar from my neck and stepping under the shower. Shudders run down my spine and goodbumps appeared on my body as soon as the chilling water grazed my skin, pushing my mind away from the thoughts that was bugging my head. I stayed still underneath it, letting the water run down my hair and onto my body for a while before crouching down to my knees.

I couldn't risk the moment breaking. I held her hand firmly and pulled her forward, dragging her with me right into the shower stall. I reached up and pulled the lever. A torrent of cold water instantly poured over her head. The sudden temperature change made her yelp, a sharp, involuntary sound. I smirked. I watched her, the water cascading down her face and body, plastering her wet hair to her skin. She closed her eyes, tilting her head back slightly, letting the cold shock hit her. The water was also pouring on me, running down my body, but I didn't care. I was lost in staring at Naomi.

Rachel's POV Cold water rushed over my head, numbing my skin and silencing the ringing in my ears. The hotel’s staff shower was small and unremarkable, white tiles, humming fluorescent light, but it felt like the only place I could hide. I scrubbed at my arms until the faint scent of frosting was gone, yet the humiliation clung to me like a stain that would not wash out. When the water finally ran clear, I stood there for a moment, hands braced on the wall, my breath trembling.

She'd never been so disgusted with herself before. She jumped into the shower without giving her body time to adjust to the discomfort; she was partially undressed when she walked towards the shower, leaving trails of her pyjamas on the floor. Her body craved the sensation of being cold once more, and she gave it what it desired. She set the shower temperature to winter cold and plunged under the showerhead, allowing the frigid water to wash over her back. Her body trembled a few times as it adjusted to the unexpected temperature change.

He stepped into the luxurious bathroom, the cold air greeting him as he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. The water was freezing as it cascaded over his skin, sending a jolt through him. He welcomed the shock, letting the coldness seep into his bones, hoping it would numb the fire burning within him. But it didn’t. Even as the water chilled him, his mind kept drifting back to her. Her softness. Her beauty. The way she had smiled in her sleep, as if whatever she dreamed of brought her joy.

While kissing her, she tried to retreat, but Darls Collymore followed her, and soon they ended up under the showerhead. Darls Collymore's eyes flashed as he reached out his hands and turned on the shower, allowing the cold water to cascade down upon their intimately entangled bodies. The cold water made Olivia shiver, and she instinctively moved towards the warmth in front of her. The warmth that came from Darls Collymore 's body was needed to heat her up, but when she sobered up, she realized that her body, which was now soaked, was hugging Darls Collymore tightly. She could not help but feel slightly shy from her acts.

I yelled as soon as I felt the rush of the cold water pulling me out of my mind replay. Suddenly, the position I was in seemed very compromising. Damon had me pressed against the cold tiled walls of the shower, with his hands on my quivering shoulders. His legs were pressed against mine, with one in between my legs pressing against my covered crotch. His head was buried in my neck as he took in sharp breaths. The warmth of his exhales caused more chills to go down my spine, as if the cold water wasn't enough. I wanted to push him away. I wanted him to leave me alone. It would have been better if I was alone underneath the cold water than to feel the heat of his body pressed against mine at t

It had been thoroughly cleaned and disinfected but just the fact that it was smaller that the toilets, the servants back in Zagreh used, almost killed me. “What is this?” I frowned, leaning against the doorpost. I was tired of crying and so I simply took a deep breath and decided to shower. I got under the tiny space under the shower, and turned on the cold and hot water. Expecting warm water to flow down on me, I was shocked. “AAAH–!” I cut my shout and ran out of that cabin, my chest heaving. The water was cold as ice. “I am finished.” I bit my knuckles, closing my eyes. This was going to be very hard. Very, very hard.

I forced a smile, he would later regret helping me, immediately I could move my body again I rushed back into the mansion, my entire body is still so cold my lips were still shivering due to the cold, I was climbing up the stairs when she started descending it, Scarlett Winters I didn't even spare her a glance as I past her I don't have time to speak to her, I have to take a hot shower before I really freeze to death. I walked to my room and entered the door wa still open, I slammed the door shut behind me before I rushed to get bathroom, I removed all the wet, cold clothes I was wearing before I stepped into the shower, the hot water washing away the cold, I released a breath I didn't even

Luke just ruined my day, huh? I took off my dress and sat at the edge of my golden, porcelain, enameled steel bathtub. Preparing myself for a chilly night shower. Gently, I closed my eyes and turned on the shower. Letting the chilly water spread over my hair and face. It ran down my heated body as I cooed at its rough touch. I moaned softly, running a relaxed hand over my hair, down my shoulders, and curves. Its freezing sensation brought me to reality. With every drop of water, shining like a pearl against my slim, chocolate body.