In From The Cold Review Novels & Stories

I’d been starving for a new project—something loud and immersive to drown out the silence of my failing marriage. "Hello, Elena Navarro," he started, and the formal use of my maiden name made my stomach do a slow, uneasy roll. There was a jagged edge to his scent, even over the digital line. "I’m calling regarding the lead role for the Frostbite hockey campaign..." I gripped the phone, my knuckles white. "Yes? I thought the chemistry read with the team captain went perfectly." "I’m afraid the board has decided to move in a different direction. They’ve gone with another candidate."

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

Vade tips his head back, letting out a long breath. "Well, Vade I hope,” Crimson stutters, flushing bright red. She knows something too. She is far too nervous, her gaze darting in all kinds of directions for her to be completely clueless. Why are they lying to me? Who is this man? "No. He looks nothing like Vade,” I state. Vade has cold, cruel eyes and a persistent stare that makes me feel naked under his scrutiny. He’s tall, imposing and his beauty is unparalleled. But he has no warmth toward me. The other man was all over me, obsessed with me.

Just the sight of him delighted me immensely. After I left the court, Ramona quickly blocked me. "You'd already known that something was up with the C-3 plot, right?" I raised an eyebrow in response. Huh… Ramona wasn't that dumb, after all. After I died from the fall in my previous life, my soul had visited the catacombs buried underneath Plot C-3 in Southern Kronos. "Is Richard Carlwick your subordinate, then?" I merely smiled before walking away. Richard was a member of Kelly's sales team. He had pursued Ramona in the past.

The kind of calm you only get when you’ve already stepped too far past reason to turn back. **** The city blurred as I drove, eyes fixed on that blinking dot. Every time it paused at a red light, my pulse leapt. Every time it turned, I adjusted course, following from just far enough. I scanned the environment after the tracker kept showing red, indicating she was close enough to be noticed. I finally caught a glimpse of her. Elizabeth. Slipping out of a cafe, hair tossed back like she didn’t have a care in the world. She crossed the street with her phone pressed to her ear, her lips moving quickly, expression sharp.

Noah walked through them like a man heading to execution. --- The office was cold. Literally and emotionally. Spanning the entire top floor, it looked like a villain’s lair: black steel, matte charcoal walls, and sharp edges. Nothing warm. Nothing soft. Then he saw Elias Voss. Six-foot-something. Black suit tailored like sin. Sharp jaw, slicked-back dark hair, ice-gray eyes behind rimless glasses. He didn’t look up from his laptop. “You’re thirty seconds late,” he said. “I—”

They'll evaluate on merit. Sent it. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Stopped. Started again. Priya: It usually goes through you first, Mr. Valentine. My thumb hovered over the keyboard. I typed: Not anymore, committee reviews. I'll see their assessment after. The dots disappeared. No response. I pocketed the phone. Looked down the hallway one more time. Then I walked to the elevator. Pressed up. The doors opened immediately. The car was empty. Smelled faintly like someone's cologne. Something expensive I didn't recognize.

A group of people surrounded Director Martin, the director of the movie. "Director Martin, how come we don't see the actress for the second-female-lead? Will she come today?" "Of course she will." Director Martin answered. "According to some rumors, Rebecca Corpuz's audition wasn't successful because you felt that she wasn't beautiful enough, is that true?" The reporters were clearly trying to stir up trouble with such a question.

So, he's checking me out. That's so sweet. Really appreciated. But I really need to get outta here. I'm cold and trembling already. I won't let myself sleep over a bath tub with full of cold water! It's very cold! *** © Skies Ambrielle Your votes and comments are highly appreciated! Thank you for reading :^)

Chapter 82: The Scent of Justice The cold that clung to the mountains felt different now. It wasn’t the sharp, cutting cold of dawn anymore. It had settled into something duller, heavier—like the world itself was holding its breath. From the ridge where Luca and Ethan crouched, the entire St. Bernard Pass lay exposed beneath them, a thin white scar along the mountainside. Hours earlier, the place had been a battleground of panic, gunfire, and survival. Now it moved with the quiet precision of a federal operation.