Quotes On Cold Heart Novels & Stories

I said trying to be bold but his sudden laughter surprised me as I stood with mouth agape. "I advise you trade carefully because by the time I'm done with you, you won't know what hits you" he said before standing in front of me " I can make you disappear from this planet if I want so stay away from me" he whispered as I shuddered in fear. He immediately left the room without looking back as I almost collapsed. I've never seen such coldness from a human before and I felt like he actually killed me with his words. "I feel feverish" Chelsea said as she walked towards me.

Old lady William sips from her mug and replies calmly “Black is a very smart and sensitive man, it would be a great crime to send a woman into his bed, it will only worsen the situation” she explained. Daphne heaved a sigh of relief and the uneasiness groping at her heart faded away. The atmosphere turned dead silent as if Daphne’s guardian were disappointed by the old lady’s idea but then Mr. Jeffery came loud breaking through the silence of the night.

Once again I could see her face of astonishment and confusion and after a long time, which in my opinion was centuries, she said: —I want to know more about you. I consider that I can give you a chance to get to know me, but you must know that I'm not easy, I'm cold, I don't give my affection to just anyone, so tell me what do you plan to do to get me interested in you? plan to do to make me interested in dedicating some of my time to you? I didn't expect him to say that, I thought he was going to ignore me and leave, but on the contrary, he told me he would give me a chance to get to know her and warned me about her.

Stepping out of a million dollars car, wearing a suit while his body was draped over with a high quality coat. No. This can't be happening. It can't be happening. Not again. Not again! I can't fall in love with him at first sight. I just can't. 'It seems you've fallen in love with him at first sight, Aisling Garcia.' my subconscious mind mocked me. I'm scared for myself.

I felt the cold breeze against my cheeks. Suddenly, I recalled when I had a high fever seven years ago. Connie was extremely anxious. She ran around the city to find a pharmacy to buy medicine for me. When she returned, she was completely drenched. She had held a pack of ibuprofen and smiled. “I’m fine. I’m a fast runner, so the medicine isn’t wet.” Back then, I believed that she was the only one for me. However, it seemed people changed over time.

Cold. Empty. “See you in hell… boy.”

His defiance was a stark contrast to her cold indifference, a reminder that no matter how powerful she was, there were still things she could never understand or possess. Yolanda's reaction was chilling. Instead of anger, she burst into laughter, a sound that echoed eerily through the empty room, tinged with madness. "Heartless?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with cold amusement. "You're absolutely right. I am heartless. Emotions mean nothing to me." Her unapologetic admission sent a wave of cold dread through us. This was a woman who had completely severed herself from any semblance of humanity, and in that detachment, she had become even more dangerous.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

The cold water crashed over him, but it did nothing to quench the fire raging inside. He braced his hands against the tiled wall, head lowered, water streaming down his shoulders. But no matter how much he tried to bury the memory, it returned. Casey’s flushed face. The stubborn fire in her eyes. Those lips are so pink, soft, and so damn tempting. Lucas gritted his teeth, furious with himself. He had lived for years without this. Women were thrown at him like offerings, and he never once cared. His disease had been a curse, a shield. He couldn’t touch, couldn’t crave, and couldn’t desire.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦,