Novel & Cerita Quotes On Cold Heart

"If you must know, our CEO has a heart made of ice. Just listen to me. I did several seductions with him, with no effect. He's like a rock when his decision is made up, so don't waste your energy. .." "Well, I'll wait for the day that his ice melts, and I'm sure that day will come when Iza falls in love with someone else. I don't think he'll be able to handle that because I know he's way beyond in love with my friend. He's a possessive jackass..." "And a multi-billionaire business tycoon," Levitra remarked. "It's possible that something happened, so there was a cold war between them. Love can melt anyone's heart, so if they love each other, their love will find a way..."

Eleana didn't make any sign of protest, she simply stood rooted in her place while staring at the burning flames which were at the same time burning her heart too. --------------

“Maybe his reason came due.” The guy blinked at me. “You really think so?” I gave a lopsided shrug, mopping another streak of red. “Either that or the universe just really likes dramatic exits. Hard to tell these days.” He chuckled despite himself, wiping his eyes with a tattooed knuckle. “Man, you’re too decent to think in a cold way.” “Cold keeps you alive in here,” I said. “Warmth gets you burned.”

“So that’s what cold-hearted looks like in real time.” He finally looked at her that rare flicker of softness. “Only when it’s necessary.” Karen couldn’t help it she grinned. Because yeah Delilah was dangerous. But Henry Frost? He was worse.

At first, nothing happened. Then it was an inferno. The top of the chest freezer was cracked open, and Ray peeked inside. Bad. Bad, bad, bad. A frostbitten body stared back at me, frozen in time looking awfully familiar. Ray shrieked and slammed it shut Leon wasn’t kidding about what he did to Jack​

"What's good about having a fever?" "Your heart would have gone 'pop!' if you were still sitting there." Claire demonstrated with her hands. "Then your body will have been riddled with bullets." She gestured in a drunken wave. "Thank you for the imagery of my possible death." Axel deadpanned and Donald snickered. "She's right." Jenise nudged him. "You should thank her." Axel's eyes twinkled. "I will. Much, much later." Donald gave him a disgusted look. "Is that all you think about now?"

Those were their mother's last words before she gave up the ghost. Charlotte gave a sigh as she sat on the bench. She placed a voluminous book on her lap and shoved her hands into the black t-shirt she was wearing. It had Superman and Batman on it. It was Silas'. She shut her eyes and took in a deep breath. She placed her cup of coffee on the floor next to her. She wanted to enjoy the cool air for a moment. She was upstairs in the hospital balcony. It was one of her favorite places to be in the hospital. It was one of the places that wasn't sad and didn't smell like drugs and sick people. It was only filled with noise of cars blaring it's horn and the usual hustle and bustle of New York. Sh

"And see where it leads you." "Ugh, that's lame. Following my heart was what led me to this situation I am right now, I'm not following any stupid heart again." "Don't say that mighty one. Just keep following your heart. Maybe, just maybe it'll lead you away from the mess." "So cheers to the situation we are right now." Nikolai said raising his cup. Luciano stared at the empty cup in his hand, shaking his head and groaning under his breath. "Ugh."

He made my life miserable. But then she thought of the man she had once known—kind, loving, the one who had held her when she was scared, who had laughed with her when they were happy. No, she told herself. That man is gone. The Kian I knew is dead, replaced by someone cold and heartless. Still, the nurse’s words lingered. He is dying. Elara took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. “I’ll be there,” she said, and hung up the phone.

All of them. Okay. So maybe I was scarred. Years ago, I had given my heart to someone only to have it ripped out – metaphorically speaking, of course, otherwise I would not be here. Even though my kind can withstand severe injuries, a heart ripped from the chest would mean certain death for us. But still, that’s what it felt like. Letting your guard down for someone, only for them to do what you fear the most and betray you, well, there’s no worse feeling in the world. So now in the place where my heart once existed, is just a hardened, black muscle. I don’t care for many. Now I am merciless and cold-blooded. That is the only way to be in order to protect yourself. I will never be so weak an