Hot Cold Man Novels & Stories

It was a rule he had no intention of changing. "For you, I can be anything." The man concurred, blowing him a kiss. That was good enough for Alan. "Let's go. I'll get us a nice hotel." He told the man, opening the car. "No." The man protested. "I know a really good hotel just down the alley that we can go to." He shrugged. "It should save you some bucks." Alan frowned at the explanation that only succeeded in confusing him more. "For the hotel bill?" The man supplied.

He couldn’t even get that right. The only good thing right now is Goose found us another house. The dirty motel room was more than I could take. This place was available because it has no central air in this godforsaken desert heat. It has what’s referred to as an evaporative cooling system. It circulates warm air while adding moisture in this damn over-abundant humidity. This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about.

His shiny dark brown hair, thick eyebrows and eyelashes, perfect sharp nose, sexy lips and a firm jaw, make women not stop staring at him while chuckling in awe. So, what other things made him win the title as the hottest man in the world besides his handsome face and artistic body? Yes, his eyes. Have you ever heard of Heterochromia? A person who is gifted with two or more different eye colors and Aiden is one of those who suffer from this condition. The left eye is golden amber and the right eye is turquoise, beautiful isn't it? When you look into his eyes, it's as if you're looking at a man in a fantasy world and you too will drift into that fantasy.

Even, when the man carried her, she shut her mouth. "I'll get your coat tomorrow morning. It won't go away," Mister Cold explained between rumbling breaths. A second later, he focused on finding the track with the least snow. Once lowered to the floor, Amber immediately curled up against the wood heater. Even though the temperature inside the cottage was much warmer, she was still shaking. "Are you okay?" the man asked as he added wood to the fire. "Yes," Amber answered curtly. In disbelief, Mr. Cold checked the woman's condition himself. As soon as he touched the snow-cold skin, he rushed to undress. "Don’t take it wrong! I just want to warm you up."

Tossing the eggshells in the sink he unclipped the phone from his belt and held it to his ear. "D'Amato." "It's Jimmy." "Got anything yet?" There was a long pause, enough to make Gus nervous. "Jimmy, that's not a hard question. Just a yes or no answer." "Not exactly." The man's voice sounded strange. "Are you alone?" Gus looked over his shoulder. John had disappeared somewhere, maybe to check the camera feed. "For the moment. What the hell is wrong?" "I came across some stuff while tracking down the visitors from the logs." Another pause. "Gus, something isn't tracking right here.

I spotted itching powder and red prank paint which wouldn't clean off till 24 hours is over. "Wow! you must really hate that person," a guy said, "Yeah, he deserves it." I smiled and grabbed both items. "I'm Nasos," he offered a handshake. "Eva." I shook his hand, "So would you need help with the prank, I'm a pretty good sidekick," he joked "I don't think that would be necessary. Thanks anyway." I said, "Hey, would you mind giving me your number?" he asked. "Not a problem." I answered and inputted my number on his phone.

I woke up the next day feeling cold. Marco poured a bucket of cold water on me. "Aren't you supposed to be awake by now?" He asked. I lifted my body and tried to stand up. "What do you want?" I asked and he held my wrist and pressed it. I winced in pain before he released it. "You have a package to deliver for me." He eyed me. "Why can't he send it to DHL?" I asked myself. "What package?" I asked and i got a slap in the face.

Weapons raised again despite their weakened state. “Don’t move!” But the man ignored them. Completely. When his hand emerged— he was holding another device. Smaller. Black. Minimal. And somehow— more dangerous. Yichen’s expression darkened instantly. “What is that?” The man tilted his head slightly. “Insurance.” Then— he looked directly at Fang Jia. And pressed the button. Nothing happened. At first. Then Fang Jia gasped sharply. Pain shot through her body instantly. Like electricity burning under her skin.

Chest thumping hard against my ribs. “You worked hard,” she continued. “His late father saw you for who you really are, gold mixed with white gold… It's not your fault Gabriel chose to be a blind bat.” I scoffed. Chest heaving slowly now. Anger dying down. “You always know what to do with lemons…” She let out a small laugh, “There are a thousand and one billionaires in Manhattan who would give everything to have a hottie like you by their side forever…” Her voice now bouncing off the roof, she was growing ecstatic.

he roared. "F-forgive us, boss," they both stuttered. "She was barely breathing when we dropped her off, and I can guarantee that she won't make it," Red said. "And if she does?" the man snickered. "Where's the coin you flipped?" he bit out. "It's i-in my back po-pocket," Rocky said. The man snapped his fingers, and a bodyguard in black stepped forward, retrieved the coin, and placed it in the man's hand.