In From The Cold Review Novels & Stories

I was awoken by the sound of running water coming from the washroom. I sat up, realizing I was alone in bed, in Landon’s room. And there were two people aruguing softly at the balcony. Ivy and that man, Miles. I approached quietly, eavesdropping on them. “Can you even hear what you’re saying? Not everything is about killing someone.” Ivy sounded frustrated. Miles rolled his eyes, “Don’t act like your job here is more important. Alpha brought you here to spy on them and so far you’ve not brought back any useful information.”

My phone vibrated, and the screen lit up. Veronica had posted an update. In the photo, she wore Nathan's military uniform jacket and leaned against his chest. The caption read, "Finding you amid the smoke and gunfire… was worth all the pain." I calmly swiped across the screen and clicked "Unfollow". Downstairs, the car the guard had called for me had already arrived. I got in and gave the driver my destination. "The military airport." The car started and drove out of the compound gates. Just then, a black military jeep approached from the opposite direction and cruised past us. Through the half-lowered rear window, I caught Nathan turning his head to talk to the person beside him. Veronica w

After some minutes,I dropped at the house and paid the man. "Who are you?" The security asked. "I'm Angelo from Marcello." I said and the gate opened. I walked in and was greeted by the gigantic building. It was so huge and beautiful. Looked more like the popular white house in the USA. I walked in and there were lots of artifacts and beautiful painting in the lobby. I was taken to the living room by a man in black suit. I sat down and they went in to call whoever the package was to be delivered to.

She sees that she has a response letter from other companies she applied to before as their business administrator, but she's still contemplating on quitting her job, yet with the Benson, as per her promise. She closes her laptop and rolls out from her bed as her room is slightly turning dark with the night fast approaching and no power supply in her room. She walks out from her room, holding her phone's torch, and she walks to their living room to sit. Just then, Flora returns home, holding a cup of ice cream in her hand as she steps into their living room. Anita realizes the ice cream is actually the same as the ice cream the Cold CEO had bought for her and her family the previous weekend,

I smiled at both of them and took a seat next to Erik; as usual, he looked neat this morning. "Hello, Eleanor," greeted Alice with her slightly cold voice before handing me a glass of blood. Without needing to check, I knew the blood in the glass was Nick's. I furrowed my brow slightly as I accepted it. "I never thought I'd see a Volder as high level as Nicholas pumping his blood into a bottle," she said again, with a broader smile, her thick Russian accent still audible.

Someone was moving in the shadows, pulling the strings. The heavy double doors of Alex’s office opened with a soft click. Daniel stepped in, a laptop under his arm, his expression serious. His dark eyes flicked toward Alex as he placed the laptop on his desk. “I’ve finally restored the CCTV footage from the wedding,” Daniel said, his voice calm but edged with precision. “Those people who planted the bomb at the venue weren’t just simple assassins, including the guy who was just killed. The way they moved…” He zoomed in on the figure’s stance. “Military-trained. High-level.”

But chaos was already unraveling. “We trusted your department,” the client rep said through clenched teeth. “This is unacceptable.” Nathan’s jaw hardened. His eyes darted to Charlotte again. Searching, questioning, almost protective. And then… Behind her, at the doorway, Vanessa leaned against the wall.Smiling. Not a big smile. Just a tiny, satisfied curl of her lips,gone the second anyone looked. No one noticed. No one except Nathan that is. His eyes flicked toward Vanessa and something cold passed across his expression.

she mumbled, taking half-steps to approach the man and ensure what was happening with Richie. Sharlynn tilted her head, observing his face. Suddenly, she smiled as she moved each inch of his face. She smirked when still moving every inch of his face. Curved eyelashes with thick eyebrows that almost merged with the curvature indicated the man's deep sleep. "You're handsome, but unfortunately, like the icebergs in the North and South Poles..." Sharlynn paused her sentence to take in as much oxygen as possible. "I can't stand your temperature; it's too cold. Polar bear!"

The greasy broth burned as it flooded my mouth, nose, and eyes. I coughed and choked until Harvey finally let go. My hair clung to my face. Soup dripped down my body, leaving me a soaking, filthy mess. I didn't care about that. I shoved him away with all my strength and stumbled into the bathroom before rinsing my burning eyes under cold water. After a long while, I lifted my head and met the woman in the mirror with a bitter smile. 'Jenna, was it worth it?' I asked myself. Suddenly, the bathroom door rattled with heavy pounding. Supporting myself against the wall, I stepped out and saw a flicker of panic in Harvey's eyes. However, it was gone as quickly as it came.

“And the author is here to confirm.” Elder Voss looked at Cael. Confirmed,” Cael said simply. “The Coldridge Pack has demonstrated the thoroughness of this submission, and the Council thanks them for that,” Elder Voss said. With that unique accuracy of a person who would never give a compliment casually and only directed them in a very specific way. Rhen sat. Then it was Aldric’s turn. He exuded the restrained impatience of one who has long been anticipating the moment and who has spent the time productively.