Im Cold Book Novels & Stories

Arthur Voss did not react immediately. He did not send threats. He did not send men. He did something far more unsettling. He sent an invitation. The envelope arrived at Vince’s house just after noon. No return address. Cream paper. Thick. Expensive. Tiana felt it before Vince opened it. A quiet dread settling into her stomach. Inside was a single card. Dinner. Tonight. 8 p.m. The Elaris Private Room. Arthur Voss. Tiana’s fingers went cold.

"It doesn't make sense. Why is Mr. Cold suddenly nice? What’s his plan this time? There's no way a guy like that likes me. So, what is he after?” While guessing, Amber looked here and there. After a while, her gaze fell on the slightly open drawer. "Hmm? Why did he forget to lock it?” With a confused look, the woman approached. Silently, she pulled the handle. "What are these?" Amber sighed. She didn't expect Mr. Cold to keep magazines and books about jewelry. “Who exactly is that man? Is he Adam Smith's friend? Is that why he has this kind of collection?” Frowning, the woman began to observe. When she found the cover with a picture of the famous designer, her confusion was instantly erased

Luke Cold. It settles into my bones like it belongs there. Like it’s always belonged there. My fingers ache before I can feel them. I try to move them and they respond slowly, stiff, unreliable. The air burns when I breathe in. My teeth knock together once. I clamp my jaw shut to stop it. Don’t shake. I pull my arms closer to my body but it doesn’t help. Nothing helps when the cold is inside you instead of around you. There’s a weight at my back, solid and unmoving. Brick maybe concrete. Something that doesn’t care if I’m there.

They looked at each other and smiled sheepishly. Anderson asked Kit to go to his room to prepare the movie they would watch while preparing their drinks and chips. When he arrived at his room, he brought ten bottles of beer and a bowl of chips. Kit was lying on his bed when he entered his room, his eyes focused on his laptop. Anderson looked at Kit, and for some reason, he felt so thirsty. "Hey, you okay?" Kit asked him, full of concern. Anderson was standing by the door and was in deep thought. "Huh? Yeah,—yeah, I'm fine. Let's drink?"

Elara was almost convinced that the lady she saw was her hallucination but then her eyes fell on her hand which held the book tightly. Honk!!! Elara looked in front to find that her cab has arrived, she got up and placed that book on the bench, the white dusty cloth was loosely wrapped around it, she tried to not look at that book again but her eyes betrayed her, huffing loudly she took that book and sat in the cab. Soon she was infront of her apartment, she unlocked the door and got inside but shivered when cold breeze hit her, rubbing her palm she got inside. She placed that book in the living room and went to freshnup. Soon she came back, a white fluffy cardigan hung on her small body, he

All my pain, anger, and suffering faded with it, leaving only exhaustion and cold indifference behind. I refused to give these bastards a moment of my life. So, in the calmest voice I had ever used, I said, "Let's get divorced, Yvonne."

I asked, leaning against the warm metal of the truck. "When I can find something that isn't soaked in oil," he said, his jaw tightening. "My old man thinks books are for the weak. He'd rather spend the coin on whiskey." I couldn't wrap my head around that. In my house, books were life. I’d been reading since I was four, hiding in the library to escape the pitying looks of the warriors. I couldn't imagine a world where words were a waste of time. Grayson stood up, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. The air between us suddenly felt thick, charged with something I didn't understand.

Protect my heart and the only family I have left. The days go by strangely quickly, and it doesn't take long until Arina comes to inform me that we are just a few hours from Agreis. The weather should have been enough for me to know this, because now it is so cold that it is impossible to stay in the basement with the books. The air down there is even more freezing than it is up here. Maybe because of all the ice in the water. I take books to read in our cabin, next to two braziers, covered up to my nose in thick fur, and still shivering until I can no longer do it.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THIRD POV The fan suspended from the ceiling swirled fiercely and tirelessly such that the swooshin sounds it made as it swirled became the only sound that could be heard inside the room, in conjunction with the air conditioner turned to the lowest, it made the room feel like winter. Unbothered by the freezing impacts caused by the agents of cold in his room, Jeremy sat shirtless on his desk, his two legs on his table as he tried to make something out of the letters inscribed in the book he had in his hand.

Naeva Quinn I must have dozed off while reading, because when my eyes fluttered open, I was lying sprawled across the cold marble floor. The book on hockey, the one I had promised myself I would finish that night, was wide open just inches from my face. My whole body felt frozen from sleeping on the floor. But then, something strange happened. The moment I noticed that I was cold and started shivering, it vanished immediately . I sat up quickly, blinking, pressing my palm to the marble again and it was still warm which was impossible. The floor never changed temperature, at least not like that.