Telapak Kaki Dingin Terus Novels & Stories

I look beseechingly to Akim, begging him, hoping that he will take me out of this place. "I know how you feel, sweet cake, but let's get on to it and face the reality that there is no escaping for you here." He said, taking me by the waist and lightly push me forward. Gingerly, I have finally taken a step. I am barefooted and a blast of cold marble collided with the soles of my feet, instinctively eliciting a gasp tearing from my throat. I waited for a moment for my body to adjust to the icy temperature before taking another step.

"Here, now go ahead and take a shower." Abigail pushed him into the bathroom and hurriedly left the room. Earlier, she had asked the front desk to prepare a plastic basin and to boil a kettle of ginger-infused water. The quickest way to warm up cold hands and feet was to soak them in warm water, as it helped to improve blood circulation. Abigail's grandmother used to do this whenever Abigail had cold hands and feet. When Abigail returned with what she needed, Xander happened to wipe his damp hair and walk out of the bathroom. He looked at her with a puzzled expression.

In the evening, after working overtime, I still have to cook myself. Before, I liked to take off my sandals and walk around the house barefoot. But since moving into a small apartment, I have had to correct that habit. There is no other reason, just current conditions do not allow it. The tiny apartment has no underground heating system. At night the temperature in the house is low, sometimes it's too cold, I don't want to take off my coat, let alone walk barefoot on the floor.

I'm already close to reaching my climax, fuck. "Baby girl," I breathe. She tugs on my lower lip with her teeth. Jesus. "Your pussy feels so good, my love, b-but my toes—they're cold." And, fuck, my toes are actually cold as I feel the chill air creeping along them. I move my feet so they're hidden underneath the comforter, away from the unpleasant chill. I groan to myself as my erotic dream was interrupted by the damned cold. The heater's been broken for two days now—too many days of

To make matters worse, the water in the puddle had been dyed red from the soil and everything seemed like blood was splattered all over my body. "Could this day get any worse?" I muttered. I decided to speed up to avoid encountering any more unfortunate circumstances. As I tried to step forward, I felt that something was strange. It felt like I was colder than usual. I continued walking despite the cold feeling but after walking for a few meters, I looked down. There, I saw my shoes on the verge of collapse. The reason why I was cold was because the front sole of my right shoe had completely detached itself from the cloth lining and my toe was already out in the open.

Between the bathtub and ice packs, I’m able to keep Zara’s body temperature under control, but just barely. Every time I leave and come back into the room, her skin is turning pink again, so I keep going. Repeating the process of cool baths and ice packs over and over.

Touch and hold them. “Where did the time go?” I rasp, my emotions seeping into my voice. The air rushes into my lungs as we step out. Cold. Ash. I breathe in and slowly exhale. With each step down the stairs, my legs tremble, the straps of my sandals bite into my swollen feet. Painfully tickling. I rest my hand on my lower back, moving my legs a little at a time. I’m suddenly irritated by the fabric of my joggers clinging to my legs when all I want is some cool breeze.

Everyone around me was drinking their water as if they hadn't would have anything to drink in weeks, and I tilted mine back to join them. I slipped it back into the pocket of my bag after it was unoccupied, trying to make sure it wouldn't fall out if we had to flee. Then I pulled off my boots and started carefully massaging my feet, deliberately ignoring the coldness as it nipped at my toes. The calluses on the soles of my feet pained at the least pressure. I only prayed they didn't really come out and start bleeding since I'm not sure whether that small amount of blood would attract rottens from miles away like blood in the sea attracts a predator.

His sleeves were still rolled, forearms taut, fingers gripping the wheel too hard. “You must be so hot,” I blurted out. He didn’t look at me. “I’m fine.” “Really? Because your neck is literally shining.” He didn’t respond. “I mean,” I continued, a little too quickly, “it’s just that I have sensitive skin, so I get cold weirdly fast, especially my arms and legs, and if my feet are cold, I feel like I’m dying, and I didn’t want to say anything at first because I thought it would be annoying to adjust the temperature, but you did anyway, and now you’re clearly overheating—”

The lights in the garden had already lit up, and the flowers looked lovely under the soft glow. Looking at the cobblestone path in front of her, Adeline recalled reading about walking barefoot on it would help to increase sleeping quality. Since she hadn't been sleeping properly recently, she took off her shoes and stood barefoot on the sharp, uneven stones. The stones felt cold beneath her feet, and it somehow relaxed her. She began to walk slowly down the path. From time to time, she would feel a sharp jab of pain at the soles of her feet, which startled her every time. Otherwise, she quite enjoyed the whole endeavor.