Cold Wife Novels & Stories

“Come one love! Just live a little, will you? Bran is okay with Shone and Sylvia. Besides, he's now a big boy and now he doesn't cry anyhow. I nod in understanding. I'm sleepy and I know Bran will be well taken care of, even if I sleep for three hours. He's not hungry since I've already fed him. I call Sylvia to inform her that I'm going to take a nap and that they should take care of my baby. They both assure me that he'll be okay and I walk up the stairs with Jeff in hot pursuit. Once in the bedroom, I slump on the bed and pull the quilt over. Despite it being day time, it's winter over here and it's extremely cold. All I need is to stay warm. My husband does the same and hurdles himself c

I say as I dash out to the living room to get my bag and head out the door. I get my backpack from the living room, dash out of the front door, get in my car, and head to school. Well, I realize now that you don't know anything about me. Maybe I should tell you just a little bit. My name is April Robinson, and I'm a werewolf. You might be thinking, "What? A werewolf?" But it's true we actually exist. Today, I hope to find my mate. A mate is a werewolf's soul mate, a significant other. Mates are supposed to love and care for you like no other person does or ever will.

She wanted to hide herself in her jacket but the cold was not diminishing. “Please turn on the car heater ... where are you going to take me who am feeling so cold ...?” She looked at him and said that the effects of fatigue were visible on her face.... “We entered Quetta for an hour ....” He broke his silence and at the same time he turned on the heater.... “What .... Quetta ... my dream city.... I know it is called sleeping beauty ... and in winter it is no less than Iceland ... nowadays its temperature must have gone to minus. ... We will freeze there ... I don't have any warm clothes .....”

But before he even returned, I already got a call from Nelly. She sounded especially smug. "You secretly turned on the security camera in the bedroom, didn't you? You sure can put up with a lot. You didn't react with anger after seeing me and Riley in your bed? You have never seen him crazy like that in bed before, have you? You're like a dead fish in bed, after all. You couldn't give Riley any sort of passion. He's already completely addicted to my body now. "Do you really think you can put up with him seeing me even after you get married? Oh, and by the way, it wasn't just the bed. The kitchen, the bathroom, the sofa… We've done it in every corner of your home."

The icy wind howled straight inside, unbarred. A half-broken sign dangled at the entrance: [4101.] That should be the one! I lifted my foot and headed right for the busted door. The moment I got close, an icy chill seeped up from the ground, boring straight into my bones. I shivered all over. The live chat is on fire. [Holy crap! The old lady’s walking straight into 4101! That’s the frost wraith’s lair!] [She's done for! That frost wraith was killed and shoved in a morgue freezer, so now she loves freezing people into ice statues. That’s the nastiest death ever!]

[Alice’s POV] The Swiss winter wasn't just cold; it had a way of biting through you, a cruel precision that seemed to target the bones. I pulled my wool scarf tighter around my neck, trying to preserve the little heat I had managed to generate. It was a losing battle. My metabolism was burning through everything I ate, to feed the life inside me, leaving me perpetually chilled, perpetually fragile.

"He was born in the Harsh Winter. In the North, they say that means something." I shuffled closer. "Means what?" "Now, Yer Highness, the North is always cold..." I nodded to let her know I was following. "But the Harsh Winter is the coldest the Northern realm has ever seen. It is said that the wolves born in the Harsh Winter are different." She glanced around. "Stronger. Harder to kill. Like the cold gets into them when they are small and, ye know, becomes one with them." I thought about the pool last night. The way he'd been so comfortable in the cold, it barely seemed to touch him.

With great difficulty, he carried her through the snow. Arriving at the cottage, Mr. Cold immediately laid Amber near the wood heater. Only then he could see how blue her lips were. Once again, the man tried to wake Amber up. "Miss? Miss!” Unfortunately, the shake he gave wasn't enough to bring Amber to her senses. Feeling desperate, Mister Cold sighed deeply. "I shouldn't have crossed the line. Look at the consequences! She has hypothermia." After nagging himself, the man pulled Amber's glove off. Squeezing those icy pale fingers, he expected a change.

“Not exactly. The fainting was triggered by extreme pain and blood loss… but that’s not all.” My heart stuttered. “Then what is it?” He looked me straight in the eyes. “She has a condition what we call a ‘cold womb.’ It’s a severe reproductive disorder. It means her womb has poor circulation, and the tissue is badly damaged.” I felt the world tilt slightly. “Cold womb?”

Smiling Old lady Zhang answered " Truth my dear daughter… It's the truth… This is the truth that you unexperienced people failed to see and I saw in one glance. Not everything that comes out of mouth is truth, Not everything that your ears hear is truth, Not everything that a photograph shows is truth…. This is the truth behind everything….. The child was aborted and not miscarried…. And the reason behind it was that this child belonged to her boyfriend and not your husband… In fact your husband never touched this lady….