Cold Wife Novels & Stories

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

I followed her in silence, heart pounding. Why was I being sent there? --- The archive chamber was colder than the rest of the palace, carved into the oldest part of the stone foundation. Dust hung in the air like ancient whispers, and the scent of parchment and old wood filled my nose. The walls were lined with shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling, each overflowing with scrolls and worn books bound in leather. A woman stood near a long wooden table, carefully unrolling a scroll with gloved hands. Her pale gold hair was tied in a knot, and her posture was rigid, precise—like every movement had been calculated ahead of time.

"Don't be an idiot, Julian. It's freezing in here." He wasn't wrong. The room was notoriously drafty, and the rusted radiator in the corner was emitting a pathetic, hissing sound that produced absolutely zero heat. The temperature outside was dropping into the low twenties, and the thin glass of the window was already icing over. "I'm fine," I lied, kicking off my shoes and lying down on the floor. I pulled the scratchy blanket over my chest, staring rigidly at the popcorn ceiling. Kael let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. "Suit yourself, martyr."

As the horn cut through the morning fog, I glanced at his hunched figure on the dock and stepped onto the gangway. Out at sea, my phone lost signal. On the deck, I watched the coastline shrink, like ashes of a burned past. At the bottom of the suitcase lay a faded photo of my mother holding me as a baby in the Swiss Alps. On the back, her elegant handwriting read, "My daughter is like morning frost, pure and steadfast, yet like the warm sun, destined to shine." In my past life, I thought her death was fate's decree. Now her diary revealed the truth: Richard tampered with her medication to seize her fortune. Her sorrowful passing was a meticulously planned murder.

Lucas was puzzled he couldn't believe he had slept with a total stranger, with his personality and all he found it strang and funny all together. Lucas has a cold personality, he is especially cold mainly to the female gender , thinking back in time, his father Mr Isaac lost his precious wife during childbirth while Lucas lost his mother at a very young age of five . Because of the experience he had to go through and also watching how his father was devastated at that period of time , that was when he said to himself that he wasn't going to have anything to do with the female gender because of fear losing something dear to him.

She looked at the CCTV again because the person who abducted her spoke again. “What does this mean?! Why do you have to keep them cold here for so long?!” She shouted here because she knew that the dead would not decompose and would not smell because of the coldness of that place. That is why the wall looks thick because of that. “That is the twist, Atasha. They did not die of hunger or thirst, they died of cold.” Atasha’s eyes widened because of that and she felt even more afraid for herself. “Find the way out before you become like all of them who died in the cold Atasha,”

Not pain. Not control. Something else. A memory that wasn’t hers. > Mira’s voice, faint and fractured: “You were never meant to live past the threshold. You were designed for the moment, not the aftermath.” Sera blinked. The whisper faded. Her hand dropped. Adrian stepped in, his boots quiet against the steel. He held a steaming mug. “Brought you something warm. Lira says it tastes like synth mud. I call it coffee.” Sera gave a tired smile. “Thanks.”

"Jethro, I don't want to die. I want to keep this child. I want to marry you and grow old with you. We will never be apart." But when he left me at the wedding, those words died in my throat. He gave a small smile and reached for the bag at his feet, searching for something. Finally, he pulled out three faded cards. He looked at me and slowly held the cards up to my face. The first one read, [No Anger Coupon.] "You gave me this for my 24th birthday," he said. "You said if I ever made you angry or we had a fight, I could use this coupon."

The people on the Master house can’t believe what they saw, they saw their master so sweet gone the master who emits dangerous aura, gone the master who is cold, expressionless and always in bad mood, gone the master who they know never touch a lady except his family. What they saw now is far far so far to their master. They are all in daze. What they saw today was far so far to their master who was ruthless, cold, and dangerous. What make their master so calm gone the short tempered master they know. Who is this goddess near their master who he cared the most.

The natural winter—a season the city hadn't felt in a century—had descended with a predatory hunger. "She’s doing more than keeping them warm, Nomo. She’s the only reason they haven't marched on the storehouses yet," Jax said, pausing to catch his breath. "The 'Cold-Bloods' are whispering in the alleys. They’re telling everyone that the Queen’s Sun-Wells were a gift and that Sofia’s freedom is just a cold way to die. If the central heating core goes down, those whispers are going to turn into a riot."