Love Is Colder Than Death Novels & Stories

In more ways than you can ever think to tame! I'm no puppet. Not yours not anyone's. And i hope your ring sits as cold as your heart on your bitch's finger cause I know she'll be putting it on by tomorrow. #PagesI’llDeleteLater #GlassWife #ColdRingsColderHeart Not truer words than that. Cold rings, colder hearts. My heart has been frozen. Locked up and left in the freezer to rot for all the entirety that ring has been on my finger. Or maybe even much earlier than that? Before we got married? I just didn’t know it.

he is a cruel and ruthless god who knows no mercy. Do you think that what I say is heresy? Maybe yes, but I also know it's the truth. I have looked out into the other world, into the icy abyss of what some stupid people call the afterlife. I will tell you what death is. Death is the ultimate thief. It is stronger than love and more durable than time. You may wonder if it is possible that someone like me can talk about love. However, believe it or not, I have loved and known love.

How could I resist that? "Jenna, I lost. But you didn't really win, either." I shook my head. Katie's obsession ran too deep. There was nothing more to say. She sighed. "Harvey might not survive this, and even if he does, he'll never forgive me." I watched silently as she was led away. The blood on the ground hadn't yet dried, but Jordan's smile on the tombstone still shone bright. I kneeled and wiped at the bloodstains, but no matter how hard I scrubbed, it wouldn't come clean.

"One day the man who says that he's incapable of loving will fall. You will try to fight it, but it will be stronger than you…" Ash's eyes burned with savage fire. "What the fuck are you trying to say?!" Dry laughter escaped Estelle's mouth. Then she stepped back and raised the dagger to her neck. "I curse you, Ashtar Malachious! One day the words of love will burst out of your mouth, and that day will be your last!" She closed her eyes and moved the blade across her throat.

I was a vampire hunter's lowest blood-slave, and the vampire noble Lucian von Karstein fell in love with me. He turned against his entire family for my sake. But there was a curse in my blood: if I let myself love him, I would die. So I had no choice but to trample on everything he felt and force us apart. That day, I threw away the family crest he treasured most. And then, in the middle of the night, after he'd fallen asleep, he came out to dig through the trash for it.

I put my arms around his neck and lightly kissed him. "Aiden I know one day my friends and family will die. I hate that thought because it breaks my heart but that makes me cherish them that much more. If you were the one to take them to the afterlife I wouldn't be angry or upset because I know their souls would be safe. You don't need to worry about me fearing you though, I love you too much for that. As for the traveling I would always wait for you to come home to me even if you're gone for two or three months I'd miss the shit out of you but I would understand." He pressed me into the couch kissing me as passionately as he could.

Built on love that would outlast everything. Even death. Especially death. Forever.

Behind them was the house I once carefully decorated. Then, a giant banner hung on the wall. "Warmly Welcome Expert Larisse for Guidance." Below the photo was a caption Harry posted. [Goodbye to the past. Embrace science. Grateful to Larisse for safeguarding Adrian's future. In a family, shared understanding and unified steps matter most.] The comments were buzzing. [This wife is crazy. Had a perfectly good life and still chose to run away.] [Exactly. Look at this new Larisse. So elegant. You can tell she's highly educated.]

I curl up in bed, my phone lighting up with a text from an unknown number: "Some people run from love. Some people run towards it. Which one are you? - H" And for the first time in my life, I don't know the answer.

Her pout faded into a smile as she leaned into his embrace. “Then tell me,” she asked teasingly, “when did you finally realize you liked me?” Xavier gazed out at the sunset over the ocean, his voice low and steady. “The moment I saw you lying in that cryogenic chamber. I realized that without you, the world felt empty. Just a hollow, endless place.” Starla lifted her head, cupping his face in her hands. As the last light of the setting sun bathed them in gold, they kissed—deep, lingering, filled with all the love they had waited so long for.