Im Cold Book Novels & Stories

She chuckled, rising up, “Give it back. I really have to complete it today.” “Is it some kind of challenge?” I stared at the book in my hands which contained not less than hundreds of chapters. It was a little heavy, but the cover was quite attractive. It was a dark romance book, the kind where the male lead is aggressive and cold. Reading a book like this gives me the chills, but Kiera here is a stark contrast to me.

His mood changes in an instant. He looks like Sunny just asked one of the most dangerous questions that she could ask. The sweetness of the candy is already gone and his stares send shivers down her spine. If glares can do something to a person then maybe she’s dead and cold meat already. That’s how dangerous he looks right now.

Returning back to the bedroom looking at my naked wife I had no intensions of helping her get dressed , we are both going to sleep naked while cuddling each other I said to myself Well I have to say it’s pure torture cleaning her up , when I was done cleaning her up I headed to the bathroom to go pleasure and clean my self up . Returning back to the bedroom looking at my naked wife I had no intensions of helping her get dressed , we are both going to sleep naked while cuddling each other I said to myself ***************************** Hey guys so I just wanted to take a short break to introduce to you my second novel which I just released recently, I bet you will love it . It’s titled FATED T

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air fill my lungs while I assessed my body and heart. It was only the morning of my birthday, and I knew my gifts wouldn’t manifest until tonight under the bright moon. The fact that it was a Blue moon made my insides tingle. Blue moons in and of themselves were rare. Mix it with the Cold full moon of December, which was always special to witches, made this an extraordinary night. Or, so I hoped. The Cold Moon marked the earth’s slumber and going inward for transformation. I knew my birthday falling on this day meant something significant. Despite the nightmare I had just woke up from, I smiled and ran downstairs after getting dressed. I grabb

“Do I look homeless or desperate to you?” She smiled again and said, “It's not for free, Miss uh…” She raised an eyebrow, silently asking for my name “Meena, it’s Meena,” I answered. “Miss Meena,” she continued with a nod. “If you are interested, I would write you a cheque or if you prefer, I could transfer 500 dollars to your account instantly.” My ears became sharpened, and I tilted my head to the side to calculate what 500 dollars could do for me“What will I be doing for the night?” I asked her, sounding interested.

Maria POV The cold here had a texture. It was not the cold of winter, not the kind a person could bundle against and outlast. It was the cold of stone that had not seen sunlight in fifty years, cold that rose up through the floor into the bones and stayed. The kind of cold I had read about in books once and dismissed as gothic exaggeration. I was finding out it was not exaggeration. I was finding out it was inadequate.

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.

Hey guys! It feels like ages since I last wrote to you all. Firstly, I just want to say how overwhelmed I am by the support I've received on this book. Some of you have reached out on F******k to ask about the lack of updates and that went to show that my work means something to someone out there. For that, I'll forever be grateful. With that being said, I would like to take this this time to announce some exciting news. Yes, there's a new book on the block written by yours truly. If you enjoyed reading COLD, you'll no doubt adore MR KING. Please check out MR KING.

I'm exploring the house and I happen upon a hidden library. It is breathtaking! There are books and shelves from floor to ceiling and it's two stories high. The ceiling is filled with beautiful molding and is circular in shape. The drapes are a dark midnight blue and velvet to touch. The dark mohogany and comfy carpet makes this place feel homey. I walk up the steps to the second story library to look at his titles. He has everything: encyclopedias, novels, romance, horror, even a manga section. I laugh at the idea of him sitting in here reading a manga.

Then he bent down and rummaged through his turtle shell backpack, pulling out a gaudily covered book. He stuffed it into Yosef's hands. "My sister will come to pick me up later, could you read me a novel first?" Yosef looked down at the novel handed to him. The gaudy cover featured a strange title—"Cold CEO's Ninety-Nine Days of Wife-Chasing: Sweetheart, Don't Run." He frowned; Is this novel suitable for kids? Looking at the author's name again, Godber. Just from the name, it felt like this person lacked talent.