Fanfic Trails Of Cold Steel Novels & Stories

The only cold part of me now was my hands, which were still holding the wine glass I hadn't touched yet Satisfied with the kiss, I felt a pang of disappointment when he pulled away. "Nick..." "I hope this will be enough for a few days. I'll be back." He whispered before kissing me again. His hands that were wrapped around my wrist moved to my shoulders. The only cold part of me now was my hands, which were still holding the wine glass I hadn't touched yet. The faint smell of aftershave and mint lingered in the air as he disappeared behind the door.

We find our release together as both collapse on the floor in the library. I expect him to get up and leave but he doesn't. Instead he grabs a blanket from a chair nearby and snuggles up close. It's uncomfortable and hot but there is a feeling in my chest that is foreign to me and it keeps me in place. His fingertips graze my face. "You're so beautiful," his eyes are shining and his pupils dilate. I know he means it. I close my eyes and revel in this new uncomfortable feeling.

…Colton POV… Last night was torture as she ran circles through my mind as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy yet bringing me pain at the very same time. I could almost feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest. She laid spread over my body in nothing but red lace, but yet all there was is an empty space that is only meant for her. Trinity Stone has been my undoing in more than one way.

His touch was a contrast rough skin against her velvet-smooth face. "Because I want the seat next to yours," he said, his voice a low vibration. "I don't want to just watch you burn the city down. I want to be the one who hands you the matches." He leaned in, his lips a breath away from her ear. "Partner with me, Elena. Combine the Blackwood steel with the Valerius gold. We’ll hunt the person who tried to kill you, and when we find them, we won't just ruin them. We’ll erase them."

He asked. “Yes. So much better.” Maybe it was the adrenaline or the serotonin level increasing in my blood after the long drive and how I got to vent out just now, or maybe it was my desire to know if I could even do that with someone else that wasn’t him who shall not be named. I stepped toward Alex and without thinking it twice, I stood up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. Author's note- Thank you everyone and as you know the next book of Cole and Violet would be His Steel Princess. Stay Tuned for more updates. You can join me on Instá or on F. B at A. Gupta's Fan Page where you'll get the lastest notifications.

“I can’t even pin down one person that wants me dead. But if they are going this far then, it has to be personal or something.” My mind was running but I couldn’t place a finger or a name to the person. I had a lot of enemies, but I also know a lot of them know better than to try and mess with me. Tristan was too much of a pussy to do anything like try to end my life. His spite and begins with taking women that I have fucked. I had let him have Gracie, it didn’t matter how much he looked at it because I was done with her when he married her. if he dared lay a finger on Feyre. I’ll get immense satisfaction in pulling them off his hand, digit by digit.

I could still remember how I did my best just to captured his heart regardless of all the painful words I received from him, but eventually, I succeeded in Taming the Cold-hearted Alpha. Our story ends in here, but this would be an unforgettable end for us because regardless of what we've experience, we remained, to each other, indestructible. The love we have for each other was eternal and no one can ever separate us because I, Sofia Dawson Grey, succeeded of Taming the Cold-hearted Alpha, Drake Grey. The end.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.