Ice Cold Heart Novels & Stories

Eleana nodded. "Ok." She said before she reached out to change the radio station. She stopped on her track when The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez started playing. Eleana wanted to change it but some invisible force made her take a step back and listen to the music. Ayden kept stealing glances at her throughout the music which Eleana ignored. She slowly realised that after she and Ayden slept together, she had started to let her guard down around him. Especially after he took care of her during the fever. Her heart turned soft towards him which led to this sudden outing. But Eleana was too tired of those things. She didn't want to keep fighting. She wanted to leave in peace and sh

Four soft tones. Like a heartbeat. Like a countdown. Like the sound of something trying to remember its name.

Marcel roared furiously. I scoffed. "Not that kind of person? Then what is she? A sweet little saint who steals someone else's fiancé and brother?" I paused, my tone turning icy. "Marcel, I must've been blind to ever fall for someone like you—a scumbag who can't tell right from wrong and twists everything." "What are you talking about?" Marcel's voice became audibly flustered. "Jolene, listen to me. I can explain. Mona and I—"

Lisa could finally know why it was cold. Cold enveloped Lisa immediately. The room was minus zero degrees and she could see ice blocks in there. A huge iceblock was set in the middle with a pole on it. The guards dragged her there, setting her on the iceblock and tying her to the pole. At this point, she felt like Jesus Christ who was crucified on the cross. The only difference was, she was tied to the pole not nailed. "What are you guys doing?" She asked fearfully. Her teeth clattered because of the cold she felt from the iceblock she stood on and the temperature of the room.

In a moment ice floated around her as she used her body and chanting words and soon she formed a one ball of winter crossed ice and immersed it on the King's chest softly . Groans and groans came out from the King's mouth, " My love , i am sorry .. he murmured through his unconscious form, " I am sorry ! " he mumbled and in a swift motion Mica forced it all on his chest , the strong ice winter striked his major heart vessel , he abruptly opened his eyes as he felt the ice burning him into a little healing but a painful way .. " A loud groan was heard from him as he opened his eyes sweating profusely although the whole room was covered with ice ."

If you knew how bad I want it, too. Umiling ako na lalong ikinagulat niya. Para bang pinagsakluban siya ng langit at lupa. Tipid akong ngumiti saka ko inihilig ang noo ko sa itaas lang ng dibdib niya kung saan dama ko ang mabilis na tibok ng puso niya. He's cold like the body of a corpse. This heart. His beating heart is what makes him alive. Is what tells me, he's still alive.

“I want to.” The tone of finality in his voice was so total, that Vixen shut right up. She knew that Ice was doing this for himself as much as for her, and she braced herself for the story. Whatever it was, it had frozen Ice’s core to ice, frozen it solid. He might be able to be gentle with her, take care of her, but there was a part of him that was always going to be hard, cold, menacing, dark. She didn’t think that he’d ever let it loose on her… but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t there.

Turned into ice sculptures mid-leap. It hit the Frost Giant. The massive machine slowed, its joints grinding, frost covering its sensors. But the effort was killing her. Jack saw cracks forming on her skin. She was becoming ice. "No!" Jack roared. He ignored the pain. He ignored the broken ribs. He ran to her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. His burning, cursed body pressed against her freezing one. "Together," Jack whispered into her ear. "Fire and Ice." The Curse in his arm reacted to the Titan Heart. The black fire mixed with the blue light.

Clyde, the orchestrators of this cruel game, sought to crush my spirit, to break me down. The relentless cold seemed to penetrate the very depths of my being, leaving me shivering and vulnerable. It was as if the icy tendrils of winter were determined to claim every inch of my existence. With each inhale, a sharp ache pierced my chest, a painful reminder of the frigid air that surrounded me. Desperation filled my gasps for breath, as if I was grasping at the last remnants of warmth and hope.

Al their conflicting emotions, al the sly things they'd done, al the things they only dreamed about doing in the deepest, blackest parts of their hearts. Fire and ice licked over her flesh. The fire was due to the pain lancing through her body from the knives driven through the palms of her hands and the one just beneath her sternum. It felt like the fire was consuming her, burying her within its raging depths, devouring her very soul. The ice, well the ice was from the weakness stealing through her and dousing the fire beneath it.