Coldhearted Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Aria—” Shadows spilled out of the cracks between the stones. Figures stepped forward, cloaked and faceless, blades glinting. And in the center, bound and bloodied, Tyler fell to his knees. His skin crawled with carved runes, glowing faintly, his eyes wide with terror. “Aria!” he screamed. “Run!” The Council hunters raised their blades in unison. The trap had sprung.

He blew air to her and the candle went off. The fear he smelled, made him happy. This was the very game , he was waiting for. “Prince Ivar? Are you there??” She took a step backwards and stammered “I-I know Y..you are in here.” Really did she?

The Private investigator’s expression turned deadly serious and she looked extremely ferocious with an intense desire to harvest someone else’s life due to her immeasurable anger. She hates them! She hated those kinds of irrelevant persons who had the guts to take advantage of those naive children. Putting them on deathbeds like they were some sort of an animal about to be butchered and get sold their organs in the black market in the right period in exchange for an enormous amount of cash!

Ayden paused for a moment before answering, "This is Natasha Davis, my girlfriend," Ayden replied in a gentle voice. Natasha smiled at them sweetly making them smile back. Eleana who was chatting with Mrs David and another woman called Naomi Watts, felt her heart tighten hearing the word, my girlfriend. Even after such a long period, even after hearing the same word over and over she was still not used to it. Every time she heard him introduce Natasha as his girlfriend, she would feel her heart shatter and her world crumble down. It was a continuous reminder of the betrayal, heartbreak and humiliation.

He doesn't know what he is feeling or he actually knows but refuses to admit it. He clenched his fists in anger breathing hard, he felt like going there and dragging her away from him, but that would look unlikely to him as the cold hearted prince. As anger ran through his veins he admitted inside him that he hated what he was seeing right now. He hated it to his guts.

“Goodnight Scarlet” “Goodnight Lucian.”

She wanted to win. “You really don’t know what this is?” Frank quizzed doubtfully. Sarah took the puzzle and read it again …. “I can be crushed to pieces but only if I am given away first, I can be clogged and attacked but that’s usually my own doing. No matter how many problems I have, you wouldn’t dare let me go. What am I?” She read it a few times before it clicked “Heart” Frank smiled. “Let’s hurry.” Sarah urged as they looked for clues.

The chief gulped as he adjusted his collar, sweat forming on his forehead. “I… uh… I’ll just check the records, sir. What was the name again?” Easton’s eyes narrowed dangerously. His tone was sharp, like a blade slicing through the room. “Scarlet Frost.” The chief blinked, caught off guard. “Scarlet Frost?” he repeated, his voice rising slightly in confusion. “As in... a woman?” Easton’s jaw tightened, and his gaze darkened further. “Yes, Chief. A woman. Do you have a problem with that?”

I floored the gas pedal, my heart racing as fast as the engine beneath me. The longer I took, the more I feared that Cameron might harm Jessica. If he was involved in drug trafficking, it meant he was capable of anything. His heart was as dark as they came, and all I could do was pray that Jessica would still be fine when I got there. As I approached, I could see Cameron waiting in a secluded corner of the parking lot. Cigarette butts littered the ground at his feet, a clear sign he had been waiting for a while.

But as the scent of her hair hit me—something soft, like vanilla and old books—I felt a jolt of something that wasn't in the contract. The "Cold Heart" was starting to thaw, and that was the most dangerous betrayal of all.