Cold Wife Novels & Stories

Karan took her to his grandmother's house as he wanted to make her meet with the lady who was the most important person of his life but unfortunately wasn't alive anymore. Dia smiles as she sees the beautiful wooden house and was whipped by it's beauty. They then got freshen up quickly and changed as Karan already arranged clothes for them before hand. He then makes hot chocolate milk for them and burns the fire at fireplace. As it was almost rainy season weather to come and the outskirts here it was mildly chilling and also after that water fall masti they need it badly to get saved from falling sick.

We can't really afford steak, so we eat it maybe once or twice a year on birthdays or special occasions, but it is one of my favorites. After we are done eating Wilder cleans the table while I put three big brownies on a plate, for Wyatt to take to the kids. Suddenly the front door swings open, slamming against the wall. Wilder immediately goes into the hallway to see what is going on. I watch as his back bristles, then I look past him to see Isolde. She stumbles into the kitchen, eyes classy and red rimmed. I haven't seen her in months and I am taken aback by how horrible she looks. Her skin is pale and sickly looking, her hair limp and dirty. She's lost weight that she didn't need to lose,

The old man nods and helps him and takes him to his house which is near. The old man is living with his wife, they give Sarah a first aid box. Sarah is applying ointment to his wound while he is looking at her. She also looks at him, they have eye contact. Their eye contact broke when the old man brings turmeric milk for him. He makes face and refused to drink the milk but Sarah forcefully makes him drink the milk then he sleeps while Sarah sits on the chair and looks after him the whole night.

I cradled my daughter's lifeless body, the pain embedded so deep that I could not even find the tears to cry. The doctor's words haunted me. "If only you'd been ten minutes earlier, maybe she could've been saved." Out of nowhere, my wife Sheila Chapman's call broke through, my hands shaking as I picked up. "Hey, Tristan, it's just you and the kiddo for dinner tonight. I can't make it back. Jeff's down with a nasty fever, hit thirty-nine degrees. It's pretty bad."

** **Location: Conference Room 4B** No pleasantries. No context. Just a cold command. *4B.* The nickname whispered in hushed tones flashed in his mind: *The Silent Box.* No windows, only soundproofed walls and that infamous one-way mirrored glass turning occupants into specimens. A room for executions, not discussions. His gaze scanned the header again. No CC. No Elias Voss. Just him. Alone.

After reaching ~ 3rd Person's POV Well right now they are right infront of the river bridge, surrounded by the cold winds which was unexpected to all of them. The city has never been this cold but today it's like ice water winds and not just the wind even the weather here is cold due to the river water. "Woahh." Nishant said coming out the car as the winds immediately embraced him. They parked at the private area where people are generally not allowed to visit without authority permissions so there are absolutely no people except them.

She clutched her stomach due to the sharp pain caused in her lower abdomen. Zared picked up the jug of water kept on her side on the table and poured it all on her head in one go. She gasped for air and swept her hair from her face and looked down at the water sliding down her, her body started shivering, even though it was sunny outside and no sign of even a cold breeze was present, she was shivering, out of the cold she felt, the fear she felt.

He asked in a calmer voice and he got a nod from Ruby. "I think he was burnt out from all the celebrating so he called it a day at about five in the evening," Ruby told him. "Well, that's understandable." He stated. The old man tended to forget his age when he was happy which always led to him being run down. "Aren't you cold?" He asked her when he noticed she was wearing one of her flimsy nightgowns with barely their sleeves. "A bit, but I'm fine really." She responded and he would have believed her if he didn't know that

“Although her sons did not raise their hands to beat her, they would always ridicule her whenever they came over. When there was a funeral for one of their neighbors, they pointed at her and cursed at her as they asked why she could not be as considerate as the old man next door and die sooner?” “The old woman did not have enough food to eat, and she could not even dress up well enough to warm herself up. She constantly had tears flowing down her face all day long. Although she did not end up crying until she turned blind, her eyesight began deteriorating badly. In addition, she could not afford to light up the oil lamp. So, whenever the sun had set, she would live in pitch darkness, and her

Oliver basked in their flattery, smugness shining in his eyes. He tenderly wrapped his down jacket tighter around Sophia. Gathering her gently against him, he walked slowly up to the freezer. He reached out and tapped a finger against the glass in front of me, his eyes full of contempt. "Grace, do you understand what you did wrong? You know perfectly well our Feral Suns Pack carries the Cold Curse, and you still bullied Sophia." Inside the glass, the freezer's thermometer had already iced over at minus 58 degrees. I was wrapped in the thin cotton pajamas I'd changed into before bed, shivering so hard I couldn't stop.