Cold Wife Novels & Stories

"Brother Inder, I have to go. I'm sorry for making you angry," Amayra whispered almost inaudibly, she rubbed Inder's forehead gently. Then immediately get out of the apartment before Inder wakes up. And here is Amayra now, a simple apartment. Amayra was seen shivering under her thick jacket because the weather this morning felt so cold because it was raining heavily. The doorbell was pressed several times, but the owner did not open the door. Amayra had been standing there for almost an hour.

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Winter in Vampire's World is cold but also beautiful and poetic. In the past, Brawen had gotten used to the low temperatures in this place enough that she didn't need to wear a scarf anymore. But now the temperature is bone-chilling, the roof is still frozen. So Brawen had to pull out a shawl and wrap it around his neck.

Primo explained. “Can I come up? It’s rather cold out here.” He asked and rubbed his arms for emphasis. What a weak little bitch if he thinks this is cold. This is nice weather. Cold is when it’s -40℉, and even that, I wouldn’t bitch about it being cold. If he wanted cold, he could know the cold of death when I ripped him to pieces. With a growl, Gunnar and I rushed out and tackled the jackass who dared ask to be invited into our mate’s room.

Only his body temperature was cold. "Cia, why is it taking so long?" Zeno said. The man's breath was even steaming. "I miss you, you know?" Zeno's warm air was defeated by the cold room temperature. His body began to shiver and also cooled down at that time. However, when he wanted to leave because he couldn't stand it, Cia's hand gripped him tightly and made Zeno's body warm again. Zeno was surprised, he almost jumped for joy if he didn't realize his wife's eyes were still closed. So, carefully and in a voice as soft as ice cream, Zeno whispered, "Are you still comfortable there?"

Nonetheless, she could not show the slightest tinge of discomfort, and she displayed the perfect smile which she had been practicing for a long time. From head to toe, her entire body was freezing cold. This year, the winter in Taadi City was extraordinarily harsh, and it was negative ten degrees Celsius even after new year. With that, Hilda could barely feel her ears anymore. "Are you ready?" She felt Nathan's warm breath on her ears. It was so chilly that even Hilda's brain was nearly frozen as she prepared herself to walk against the piercing wind. "Huh?" Before she could realize what had happened, her body fell backward into a pair of warm arms all of a sudden.

Life Goes On 2 Years Later “Can we please get out of this weather and inside already?” Cindy Henderson says as she hops between her feet, trying to keep warm as she tucks her glove covered hands under her armpits to keep them warm. “How are you so cold and a wolf? Like honestly Cind, you do know we have body insulation right?” Maddie Senider asked laughingly as she huddles closer to her and under the cafe umbrella. “I can’t believe that she-”

Clyde, the orchestrators of this cruel game, sought to crush my spirit, to break me down. The relentless cold seemed to penetrate the very depths of my being, leaving me shivering and vulnerable. It was as if the icy tendrils of winter were determined to claim every inch of my existence. With each inhale, a sharp ache pierced my chest, a painful reminder of the frigid air that surrounded me. Desperation filled my gasps for breath, as if I was grasping at the last remnants of warmth and hope.

Maria POV The cold here had a texture. It was not the cold of winter, not the kind a person could bundle against and outlast. It was the cold of stone that had not seen sunlight in fifty years, cold that rose up through the floor into the bones and stayed. The kind of cold I had read about in books once and dismissed as gothic exaggeration. I was finding out it was not exaggeration. I was finding out it was inadequate.

He moved through the house like a ghost, his movements slow and listless. Brenda was worse. The old woman had aged a decade in the past few weeks, her face lined with worry and exhaustion. She spent most of her time in the living room, wrapped in a threadbare blanket, complaining about the cold. The furnace was barely functional, struggling to maintain a temperature above 15°C even during the day. At night, the temperature dropped into the single digits, and Brenda's arthritis flared up, leaving her in constant pain.