In Cold Blood Chapter 1 Summary Novels & Stories

They were green! P.S: if you still haven't read the prequel,In Love With The Coldblooded,you might not understand this chapter.

I could also feel something cool flowing down my face and hands. Johnny and The Man hugged. I winced and the next thing I knew my vision went black and the last thing I heard was the distant wailing of sirens. *** A/N: Phew!, I'm working on longer chapters now, I really hope you like this chapter, it was meant to serve as an eye opener, I hope no one is confused, I'm really trying my best so please kindly rate and Comment every single thing on your mind, yes I'd love to read them. Tysm.

Chapter 171 : The Shackles of Silver Axelson’s POV Cold. That was the first thing that struck me. A deep, bone-gripping cold that crept into every fiber of my being, worming its way under my skin, taking up residence in my veins. Next came the ache –sharp, throbbing, insistent. My headache throbbed, my parched throat ached, and even taking breaths was akin to taking fire.

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?"

Michelle – POV The cold was the first thing I noticed. Not the fear. Not the pain in my wrists from the cuffs digging into my skin. The cold. It seeped up through the concrete floor, through the metal chair, into my bones—like this place was designed to drain the life out of you before they even touched you. My hands were locked behind my back, shackled tight enough to cut circulation. Every small movement sent sharp pulses of pain up my arms. But I didn’t move.

her mother had written about actually lay within the blood of one of the two men fighting to the death right before her eyes. END OF CHAPTER 185.

My head pounded with a deep, nauseating throb. I wipe my face with the back of my hand and stare at the blood on my glove. It doesn’t look real. Nothing does. Then… I noticed movement. A shadow shifts through the smoke. My hand found my gun without conscious thought. The first man appeared out of the haze with his weapon raised. I fire. The recoil jars my arm painfully, but the man dropped instantly, collapsing like his strings were cut. He hit the ground hard and still. Another shadow. Another body.

I grabbed a match from the mantle and struck it. “What are you doing?” Silas roared, lunging for me. I dropped the match. The gilt-edged pages, soaked in the dry rot of twenty years, caught instantly. The secrets of the Ares empire—the murders, the bribes, the “Conditioning”—erupted into a wall of orange flame. “I’m clearing the site,” I said. Silas tackled me, the weight of him slamming me into the mahogany desk. We hit the floor, a tangle of limbs and fury. I felt the detonator fly from his hand, skidding across the floor toward the vault.