Cold Wife Novels & Stories

She asked, concerned, "What happened?" Lena followed Victoria's eyes, but she couldn't make out anything. She touched Victoria's hand and frowned. She asked, "Why is your hand so cold? Are you feeling unwell again?" Wendy, who had been reversing the car, had almost rammed the car into the wall with a slip of foothold on the accelerator. She turned back to look at Victoria and said, "I'll call Ciel and tell them we'll not meet for today. "Please endure it for a few days more, Victoria. I'm almost done developing my warming pills. You can take it once per day, and you won't feel as cold after a while."

His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] His breath hitched. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to keep calm. Then, like a man who’d just given up, he let out a deep sigh. “Babe, can you hand me the box of cigarettes on the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel.

Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red. I brought the collar slightly closer to my face, and even with the dried coffee, that intoxicating scent of luxury, a fresh cedarwood, expensive cologne, and crisp winter air that lingered faintly on the threads. It was a smell that belonged to someone who ruled the world, completely different from a nobody like me. But the brief rush of heat in my chest was instantly crushed by a cold wave of pure terror.

I assumed it was the kind of material that made sense out here, where winter didn't ask permission. "But doesn't it get too cold inside?" "Pipes run underneath to keep the temperature up. Onions, garlic, and cabbage are stubborn. They push through the cold just fine. The curtain does the rest, seals everything in after dark, pulls back when morning hits." My mouth stayed shut but my brain was running. Nothing out here matched what I had seen scrolling through images on my phone. The real version was bigger, rougher, more alive somehow. And every single piece of it had come from him. His hands, his knowledge, his sweat.

he stated, "I'm your wife, I'm exceptional from other women" she shrugged her shoulders, he's actually obliged to be drying her hair everyday. "Make sure you always keep yourself warm.." he advised, "Britaris is a very cold place, and might not be suitable for a human like you, not to talk of the vulnerable state you are in…" he told her, "I've already ordered the maids to always keep the house warm, just make sure you're protected when leaving the four corners of this place.." he added, vampires are cold blooded, so it's natural for the place they reside to be very cold.

The other hazy with hope. That winter was brutal. Northern winds buried the land in white. On a storm-heavy night, deep in the forest, they found a body. An old wolf. One eye blind. Scars everywhere. Curled in the snow. Frozen solid. Even in death, his arms were locked around something. A chunk of meat. Hard as stone. He remembered. Zara loved meat.

, she had managed to stammer. The old woman had smiled warmly and chuckled at the little girl's naivety. Then explained that it was just an expression. An old wives tale, used by people to explain a cold shiver running up their spine. Cara looked down the street at Mrs. Davies house. She knew it was impossible, but maybe she should just go check and see if her old friend was down there some how. As she walked down the street she hugged her bare arms around her in an attempt to stay warm. Shivering badly as she reached her destination, she stood staring at the home from the side walk for a moment before approaching. The home had always felt warm and enviting to Cara. But today it felt cold an

I've wanted him close. The funny thing is Richard is always cold, he has cold hands, cold feet, while he is always cold , I am always warm. I liked how being close to him made me feel better, made me feel this warmth inside me even when his hand was freezing. And we sat there, comforting each other without saying a word. I was waiting for him to trust me, to open up like I was doing with him but I knew that if he didn't, I'd understand because it isn't easy to talk about something that hurts you. I can talk to him because for some inexplicable reason, I feel like I can trust him.

“Actually, your door can’t stop us anyway. If I want to, I can demolish this gate anytime. However, my brother stopped me from doing so. He said it was impolite. “We traveled this far day and night to escort him here. I’m almost dying of hunger, yet we can’t even enter the house. It’s freezing out here. This place doesn’t snow, but why do I feel like it’s colder here than our place that snows?” Gabe finally snapped back to his senses. He thought, ‘There are heaters up in the north, but we don’t really have them in Wiltspoon. We get through winter by relying on sheer will.’ However, there was no need for heaters in Wiltspoon anyway. The cold would only last for a few days. The temperature wou

Mom left nodding at us. Immediately Nikki’s mobile started ringing and she lifted it going outside the room. I looked at Arthi to see she is totally used to this. “So what about her other grand parents?” I asked her. “First thing is that they are poor and weak. And now that their daughter is dead they went to their village.” She replied. “How is he?” I asked her looking at the baby. “He is the same as usual blank. But the weird thing is he didn’t lift the baby in his arms this whole week.” She replied frowning.