Kepala Pusing Kaki Dingin Novels & Stories

He cannot possibly make a fatal mistake because she knows what consequences she will get from her mistake. This afternoon she felt her body weak. The air around her suddenly became very cold and she shivered all day in her room. Her head was spinning as she tried to walk out of her room, like she was on a roller coaster ride that used to make her dizzy and nauseous. So she decided to lie down for a while in her bed, trying to relieve the dizziness she was feeling before she did the household chores she had to do.

"Isn't that what you said? That this would be a show?" "This is insane! Let me down!" she yelled. "You look like you're enjoying yourself," I added, letting my tone sharpen just slightly. "You ever read about what happens when people are left upside down too long? I was looking into it recently. First, all the blood rushes to the head. Headache, confusion, nausea... and then your vision goes." Jackie's panic was obvious now — the thrashing, the shallow breaths. Her face was already redder than it should've been.

A bone-chilling coldness rushed from her heels to the top of her head. When she thought that she had offended such a super cruel person, she felt dizzy and almost fainted.

The sensation of it pulling tight against my tender head with every movement sent stabs of pain through my skull, a constant reminder of how I got in this predicament. I winced as I turned my head to scan the dark passageway ahead of me, wincing at the sting in my scalp. The floor beneath my feet was cold, smooth, and unyielding as I shuffled along, my toes reflexively curling against the icy surface. The chill from the ground seeped up into my bare soles, making them ache and prickle.

He took no alcohol, he could have said it was from the hangover. He stood up again, and with each labored step, Ashier dragged his heavy legs into the bathroom, the weight of his body pulling him down. He reached the sink, his trembling hands gripping the edges for support. He splashed cold water onto his face, hoping that the refreshing sensation would alleviate the persistent ache in his head. Yet, the pain persisted, undeterred by the simple act of washing. His confusion grew as he wondered what could be happening to him, and why he felt so weak, his head ached so much.

Zipporah snuggled her cheeks on warm tough pillows, her neck felt well stationed and she didn’t want to wake up from her comfort spot. The only problem was the thumbing and imbalance her brain felt. It was almost like her bed was walking on a treadmill. She groaned when her knees refused to stretch and her legs felt too light and weak.

"Say something" "Give me 5 minutes s..sir" my teeth were chattering and my lips turned purple due to the cold water. Yes, my lips change the colour whenever I stay in cold water for more than 10 minutes. I ignored my current situation and ran to the closet and packed his bag. I came out with his bag. My clothes were still wet and I was barefoot. His marble floor is also not helping much. The cold floor was making my feet numb directly attacking on my head creating headache. He knows very well that I am feeling cold still he didn't ask me to leave.

Kiara's POV The first thing my body registered was the cold. It seeped through my skin and into my bones, and even though it felt strangely familiar, I couldn't help but note that it was weird too. It wasn't like the typical cold that made you shiver. It was the kind that made your mind hazy and slowed you down. It dulled your senses, and weakened your limbs , so much so that you would be unable to breathe even.

I was looking to my legs all shaking then turned again my head to the bath. -“Shhit… I fee..ell asleep? So damn coooold…shit, shit, shit..” My voice was weak as a whisper and my big scared eyes full of tears. It was hard to breathe and harder to talk, but hardest to understand what happened. My plentiful deep scared breathing slowly subsided with each inhalation, And I stood up slowly from the ground with my weak legs. The huge mirror showed my scared pale face with blue lips on the other side of the bathroom. My hand with huge strength was holding the tower by my chest into fist. I was looking in that mirror for a time then looked again to a bath full of water, it was with water pour. So t

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