Hot Cold Man Novels & Stories

Nathan’s voice cut sharply through the quiet: “Coffee. No sugar. Extra milk. Now.” Charlotte stared at the intercom. The man on the other side was rude, abrupt, and commanding. Typical. She clenched her jaw, muttered something very unholy under her breath, and went straight to the coffee machine. She carried the cup into his office. He didn’t look up as he took a sip,his brow lifted barely a millimeter. “It’s cold. Make it again.” Charlotte inhaled sharply through her nose. Her pride begged her to throw the cup at his head.

Was all I could ask moving my ice-cold hand closer to his but stopping suddenly, realising what I was doing and who this man was. That smile seemed to widen as he used his other hand which held the blanket and took both of my small hands into his large one, the sheer warmth that poured from his skin was so powerful and mesmerisingly enchanting, I could only stare in wonder and shock. It was the dead of winter and somehow, this man who wasn’t in the warmest of clothing himself seemed to be like a furnace, my body not only due to how cold I was, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into him.

I arch my back despite myself, offering my body to this icy treatment, fingers gripping the marble beneath me. —You like that, don’t you? he whispers, the ice swirling around my navel before moving lower, lower, until I feel the cold through the soaked fabric of my panties. The cold that burns you. The pain that reminds you that you are alive. “Please… I don’t even know what I’m begging for. For him to stop? For him to continue? My hips lift, searching for something, anything, to quell this fire consuming me from the inside out.

And then I saw him. He was tall, huge, and fearful. He stood firmly, his presence alone forcing the entire room into stillness. “Adrian Wolfe…” The name rippled through the crowd like a forbidden prayer. “That’s him, the richest and most powerful man in the whole of NYC. I have only seen him on billboards and TV shows. I never knew I would see him in reality,” a girl behind me whimpered in pure astonishment. “That’s really him.” “Oh my God…” Women whispered in awe, their eyes shining with fantasies they didn’t even bother hiding.

"He's... a lot, Cami. I'm not sure he even likes me." "Right? People at the hospital call him 'El Cirujano de Hielo'—The Ice Surgeon. Because he never loses his cool. Not once." Cami sighed, swirling her glass. "Sometimes I wish he’d just... react, you know? But I guess that’s what makes him Mateo Lopez." He reacts, Ariana thought bitterly, feeling the phantom heat of his thumb against her throat. He reacts when no one is looking.

She seemed flustered, but she remained proud as she declared, "Noelle, how dare you hit me! I will never let you get away with this!" Smiling, I knelt beside her. "Very well. Don't accuse me of picking on you—call whoever you want, I'll be waiting right here. I'm eager to see how you'll get back at me!" Irina shot me a ferocious glare. Struggling to get back on her feet, she made a call. "Hey, look into someone for me. I want to kill her with my own hands! Her name's Noelle Sawyer, a black wolf… What do you mean you found nothing, you piece of trash?"

> Lucien (soft): “You’re my constant.” She kissed him softly an affirmation, a lifeline. > Sera: “Whatever comes next, I cross fires with you.” Meanwhile in Berlin, Maple and Henry Sr. moved through a cold storage vault. Frosted servers lined the walls, deep-farm codes humming. Henry Sr. slid a universal decryptor into a port. > Henry Sr.: “We’re live.” Suddenly, masked operatives burst in, flashbangs detonated. Maple hit the floor, ears ringing. > Maple (groggy): “They’ve got tags… state-backed.”

It was too intense for someone who had just met a stranger. "Ah, is this Miss Elena? You're actually much more beautiful in person. You... wow! You look like a doll. A living wax figure. Your skin is so smooth and clean, like an AI-generated character. I'm not sure if you're human. Maybe you're actually an angel who fell to Earth?" Huh? Elena could only widen her eyes with her eyebrows raised. Who was this man? "Nice to meet you, I'm Park Minho. Do you know X-tra? I'm from that group. You must know us, since we're famous worldwide," the man said, extending his hand.

"Sir, what happened? Why do you look so very happy? Explain to me because after all I am very curious about what is in your heart." "You obviously know everything very well, I just want to tell you that today I am really, really, really happy, you know, isn't this a really fun thing? Last night I took a very beautiful woman home and that was something that I could never have imagined before. Usually I only dare to approach from a distance of a few meters and don't dare to greet the woman, but now I can sit next to the woman, of course this will be a very pleasant thing, I promise that I will really look after that woman and will not could ever hurt that woman at any time. And I also promised

When I'm down to my underwear he takes the rest off and starts the hot tub. The water is warm and no one else is around. Just us. Two forbidden adults spending the night in a hotel. Two adults wanting to spend time together before fall break ends. It's the last night of fall break and for a few more moments we let the fantasy continue. The dream we are living today is a fleeting heart ache tomorrow. His career and my student enrollment can go fuck themselves tonight, tonight I am making love to Blake Oakley in a hot tub. The bubbles are foaming and the champagne is sweet to the taste. Blake and I are naked. The hot tub is in the shape of a heart. I climb on top of Blake and start riding his