In From The Cold Review Novels & Stories

I stopped at the convenience store nearby and bought a coffee. A few young women wearing company ID badges stood nearby gossiping together. "Did you guys see Isabel today? She looked so smug. That hickey on her neck was barely covered." "Please. Everyone knows exactly how she climbed the ladder. And, of all people, Mr. Newman seriously picked her?" "Men are all the same once they get rich. I heard Mr. Newman takes Isabel into his office all the time during lunch breaks. Closes the door and everything. Who knows what they’re doing in there?"

she screamed at me through the glass, tears streaming down her face. "You knew about them, didn't you? You watched me walk into the fire pit and did nothing to stop it. Besides, you did do something. Didn't you open the door when they came to take Ronnie? Mom, I gave you a chance," I said coldly before putting the phone back and walking away without a backward glance. - Twenty years later, I returned to the country with Ronnie for a vacation. The old scores hadn't all been settled yet. After all, they had pushed me to fall to my death. A mere twenty years in prison couldn't possibly make up for that.

she said and grinned at him, even though her insides are shaking a bit. After that, she looks around his office again. The big dark curtains caught her attention. At this time of the day, the sun is at its peak but because of those big curtains hanging on his window, the sunlight barely touches the ground of the insides. She walked towards the window and attempted to part the curtains when a strong grip on her arms stopped her and Sunny found herself pinned on the wall. She can see her own reflection on his dark and scary eyes. It's just like seeing her reflection in the eyes of the murderer. She's scared but she does her best to hide it "Bitch!" He spats on her face. She never heard his voi

"That eager?" He kissed the man's shoulder. Dagger hissed before stepping away from him. The alarm bell went off in Alan’s head at the obvious hatred oozing from his nightstand. "Wh-what?" He stammered out, feeling nervous. It couldn't be that he just allowed himself to be led on by a dangerous man. What if this place was a den of hideout forthieves and even the receptionist was part of them? If not, why would a man be named Dagger if he wasn't dangerous and shady?

The cliffs were silvered by moonlight. And there he was, standing close to the edge. Waiting. Behind him, the black coat swayed like smoke in the wind. As I got closer, he slowly turned. My body's instincts all responded at once. Peril. warmth. Recall. Rage. His silver eyes met mine. "You arrived." "I nearly didn't." "That is not true." My jaw tightened. God, once more I detested the fact that he could still read me flawlessly. I said icily, "You wanted to talk." "Speak."

My gun was drawn before I even registered the face. Reynolds. Smiling like a devil who never left hell—because he built it. “Well,” he said smoothly, stepping from the shadows in his black coat, “you made it out. How very… unexpected.” Gina froze beside me. “You—” “You’re supposed to be in Russia,” I growled. “Locked underground.” Reynolds chuckled. “Ah, but sons always underestimate their fathers.” Gina took a cautious step forward. “You’re working with Raymond—”

He certainly has great tastes if his home is a reflection. There is still the enigma of what he wants with me. I don't trust his motives and curiosity is the only thing keeping me here. That and my desire to sleep on a bed instead of a bench. It's almost fall in Connecticut and with it will come the cold. I may not feel fear like the average person, but I certainly don't feel like being uncomfortable if I don't have to. Cold is one thing I hated. I wasn't leaving, not until I get the feeling I'm looking for. All of my adrenaline highs, they have all brought me closer to what I want to feel, and yet they all seem to fall short. I haven't quite pieced together what is missing.

"You." Was all he said. "Yeah.... Me." She licked her lips nervously, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. "I take it you're the new Emergency nurse." He said coldly, his eyes unreadable. The manager looked between the both of them, bewildered. "You know her, boss?" "Oh I know her. I know her very well." He drawled in an accent. Yap, I'm fired before I got hired. I'm really going back to the convent, Christiana mused in her mind in defeat.

He was pale as a ghost, and his heart had stopped beating. He was already cold as ice. Meanwhile, the sounds of bragging from Wayne's room hit me like a sledgehammer. "Ms. Stewart! Shouldn't we have the doctor check on Frank, just in case?" "Josh’s son is as worthless as his life. He won't die that easily." Jessica's voice was soft, but it cut through me like ice. "Just take care of yourself. If he dies, the Stewart family will have one less problem to deal with.

It was the charged silence of realization. Of clarity. Of purpose. Tiana stood slowly. Her body felt lighter than it had in days. “I spent so long trying to destroy the wrong man,” she said quietly. Vince watched her carefully. “And now you know who the right one is.” She nodded. “Yes.” She picked up the photograph again. Studied Arthur Voss’s calm expression. The quiet confidence in his posture. The kind of man who believed he would never be touched. Never be exposed. Never be held accountable.