Quotes On Cold Heart Novels & Stories

Yet now… Gripping my phone tightly, I felt a surge of unspeakable bitterness rise in my chest. "You and Douglas keep saying how delicate and innocent Mona is. But have either of you stopped to think about who put me in the hospital or who nearly cost me my life?"

Clenching tightly unto my heart, at last the City's famous cold hearted billionaire couldn't take it anymore and cried ever so horribly. Damn, what a shitty story indeed!

He looked at me dead in the eye and directed the lyrics towards me and they stung so bad ! Guilt, remorse, anger, sadness, etc had started to replace my previous excitement and it seemed as if my song choice had back fired at me when he compared his cold heart to winter and stated that it shall remain cold towards me just like winter would obstinately stay even in the month of August ! He mentioned that his heart could even work as a “Snowpiercer” in the freaking “winter” and that it shall remain so for a long running time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.

she says in the end, observing the heart tattoo on my arm. "Yeah?" "It's kind of like a reminder that you have a heart, even though I sometimes forget that you do. I think you forget that, too." she says and looks up at me through lashes. I shake my head. "I don't have a heart." "How can you say that?" she says, her brows furrowed. "Because it's true." I reply, meaning every single word. Sophia shakes her head."You wouldn't be here with me, reading to me and making me feel better if you didn't have a heart, Axel."

He had the gall to show up outside my apartment again. This time, he kneeled in the snow, shaping handfuls of it into roses. One after another, he laid them out in front of the building until the ground was covered in white roses. His hands were red from frostbite, but he didn't stop. People walking by began whispering. "His girlfriend must be really mean, making him do this in the cold." "Even if he pissed her off, she shouldn't make him stand out here like that." "Man, he must really love her. How I wish I could find a guy like that."

I stopped pounding on the door, letting my body slide down the glass until I collapsed onto the freezing tiles. Kenna's words echoed in my ears, and I let out a bitter laugh. I brought this on myself. The unbearable cold drained the heat from my body, inch by inch. I started hallucinating. I felt like I was burning, as if flames were licking at my skin. I began pulling off my clothes. Then, my heart stopped. My soul left my body. I saw Archie leisurely walk up to the glass door with a phone in hand. He looked down at me.

White would be the correcting agent Open your heart and win your mind . It is a good idea if you stand alone. Do you listen like a stranger to life?...****** Each word was a confession, a plea for forgiveness wrapped in the melancholy tune. He sang of lost time, of the years spent apart, of the love that had been fractured by his own actions. ***Opened my heart... My mind has won... Stood as one.. Thought of goodness.. How can I live like this.. Can you hear me, stranger?**** The melody carried the pain of a man who had come to realize the depth of his errors, who wanted nothing more than to make amends.

Cedric was speechless. Playing the role of a passionate lover? Did she think he was acting? Finally, he lifted his head from her chest, meeting her sharp and icy eyes. His heart skipped a beat. He knew Natalie wouldn't be pleased with him now, but he never expected her to turn into such a cold person. It was no longer a matter of having a cold attitude; she had become a person without warmth. This kind of coldness originated from a hardened heart...!

Her voice dropped, intimate, conspiratorial, like we were old friends sharing secrets instead of strangers circling each other in a war that had only just begun. "Be careful with that heart, sweetheart." The words were soft, almost kind, and utterly poisonous. "It's been frozen for a reason. Some of us learned that lesson the hard way too. Some of us learned that when ice cracks, it doesn't always melt. Sometimes it just breaks."