Cold Water Novels & Stories

Kral said. He took my hand and walked to the lake. The water was cold at night. I stepped into the lake in my white bathrobe. The water was like a black crystal. It was cold. My face was reflected in the water. Slowly, the water rose from my shins to my knees, drowning my white robe and reaching my waist. The cold makes me shiver. I hugged my shoulders and moved forward numbly. The water runs through my skin, taking away the last of my warmth.

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander to literally anything that would lift my soul. Thoughts drifted through my consciousness, free from the distractions of the outside world. The cold water acted as a source of inspiration, allowing me to delve into deeper contemplation. In this tranquil state, I reflected on the events of the day and the days before, pondered over future plans, and explored profound ideas. The cold water seemed to clear my mind providing the mental clarity and focus I needed. It was as if the chilliness acted as a reset button for my thoughts, washing away any stress or worries that had accumulated througho

"But if you keep pushing yourself like this, you could wreck your body, and it might even jeopardize your ability to have kids later on." Jensen warned, his words blunt but honest. He knew that women should not be exposed to cold water during their period, especially not ice-cold water.

Connor teased as he poured water on my naked body, letting me squeal. “Shut up.” I said, getting into the bath and sitting right in front of him. I squealed again at the sensation the water gave me, I wanted cold water but this is too cold. “This is Ice water not cold water.” I said looking at Connor. “Women.” He said rolling his eyes. “You wanted cold, you got cold. Now you’re complaining it’s too cold.” Connor added as he ran the hot water, trying to make the water a little bit warm.

The cold water was refreshing and rejuvenating, and I let myself sink into it. As I submerged myself in the ice-cold water, a sense of relief washed over me. It was as though all the fatigue and stress that had been plaguing me for days just melted away. The sensation of the cold water against my skin sent shivers down my spine, but it was a pleasant feeling. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, allowing the cold to seep into my body and invigorate me. It was like being reborn, fresh and new. I could feel my muscles relaxing, my mind clearing, and my spirits lifting.

Clara I had just returned home after a long and tiring day. The heat outside was unbearable, and all I could think about was getting something cold to drink. I walked straight into the kitchen and opened the fridge. A cool rush of air escaped as the light inside flickered on, revealing neatly arranged food containers, fruits, and several bottles lined up on the lower shelf. Without hesitation, I reached for a bottle of water covered in tiny droplets of condensation. It felt cold and refreshing in my hand.

The cool water would help soothe the fever still burning inside me, a fever stoked by alcohol and the relentless desire that seemed impossible to quench. I turned on the shower, letting the cold water rain down on me, hoping it would cool the fire within. The shock of the cold made me shiver, but it was a welcome relief from the heat that had consumed me. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back as the water cascaded over my face, washing away the sweat and the haze of alcohol. For a moment, I let myself drift, trying to reclaim a sense of normalcy after the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that had overtaken me.

There was love, yeah, but not that wild, electric spark you feel when someone's a total mystery to you. "Doesn't the cold water bother you?" I asked, trying to play it cool. "I've been washing my face with cold water for years. Old habit from the military," he said, and for a second, I couldn't help but feel a weird mix of awe and concern. Do soldiers really have to deal with freezing cold water?

she replies, killing her smile to a frown while she hands in the water. I hear her lips sigh when I nonchalantly make a face. Popping over the bottle, my throat dancing in glee, feeling the cold sting of running water. I huff off as my skin drops, resting my heightened nerves. Finally, I can feel it. The cold sting of the air conditioner, humming softly over my body. “Water is life” I declare, while resting my back in.

Do you get it? I switch on the heater and I start stripping my clothes one by one as I walk towards the shower. I turn the valve left and the water starts flowing, at first the water is warm and then it gets hotter and hotter with every passing second and weirdly enough I don't mind. After a couple of minutes I have to leave the shower (sadly) because Jason keeps telling me that the food will get cold. I dry myself and apply some lotion on my body as I make my way towards the pile of clothes Jason had given me.