Telapak Kaki Dingin Terus Novels & Stories

He stood rigidly, watching me from a distance with a cooling expression. "Why are you wearing heels?" Raka suddenly snapped. He grabbed a pair of thin, flat slippers near the employee desk. "Accident injuries might not be felt immediately. It takes at least twenty-four hours to react." He suddenly crouched in front of me, about to change my heels for the slippers. "Wear these, so the injury doesn't get worse." "No need. I'm really okay," I refused reflexively, pulling my foot away. But Raka insisted, pulling my foot. "Eh... no. If the injury is serious, you won't be able to walk later."

"Say something" "Give me 5 minutes s..sir" my teeth were chattering and my lips turned purple due to the cold water. Yes, my lips change the colour whenever I stay in cold water for more than 10 minutes. I ignored my current situation and ran to the closet and packed his bag. I came out with his bag. My clothes were still wet and I was barefoot. His marble floor is also not helping much. The cold floor was making my feet numb directly attacking on my head creating headache. He knows very well that I am feeling cold still he didn't ask me to leave.

She edged closer. Finally, her foot nudged against something. She crouched down and touched his foot, almost yanking her hand back at the ice-cold chill of his skin. Maddie had to bite back a growl at the extra punishment he was facing sitting on the cold stone. In a t-shirt, joggers, socks and shoes, she should have been grateful that they hadn’t stripped her as bare as him but only anger grew within her. Making quick work, she pulled off her socks and yanked them onto Lewis’ feet. They were too short to fit properly, but at least he had some sort of protection to try and fight the cold. Already, with only her trainers on, she could feel the biting chill edging closer.

My nape was still pounding, my lips were purple from the cold, and explaining pack law to her was like playing a lute for a cow. "I asked you a question." The boot tip pushed forward. The anti-slip treads ground down onto the nail of my right pinky with a wet, crunching sound. When a frostbitten finger gets crushed like that, the pain doesn't start in the finger. It explodes from the spine, spreads along the edges of the scent gland at my nape, and transforms into a searing current that shot straight down to my tailbone. My temples pounded twice in rapid succession. Bile rose in my stomach.

I whispers "I am cold. But I am more immune to it than you. I've gone through this countless times during the winter." "W-why?" "Because sometimes the heat generator freezes. They use the back up generator to heat the upstairs area where all of them live." I look down at my hands. They're so stiff. I rub them together breath hot air in it. It's not working. I whimper from how cold it is. With a shaking head, I look at Xander. He is shivering from the cold. His cheek bones look raw from frostbite. His little stubble has frost on it as well.

Sort of. I kick off my shoes near the door, the soles sticky from hours of walking across diner tiles soaked in spilled coffee and grease. My feet throb in protest, my lower back pinches from standing too long. I toss my apron onto the kitchen chair and look in the refrigerator for something cold to drink, but of course, there's nothing.

didn't take long for me to feel cold because of the air conditioning, especially since I was still wearing my backless dress from the party earlier. Before I stood up, I took off my heels first and then didn't take long for me to feel cold because of the air conditioning, especially since I was still wearing my backless dress from the party earlier. Before I stood up, I took off my heels first and then massaged my feet. I could see the redness on my feet from wearing stilettos for so long.

Even in a deep freeze, she had to keep pushing. The anti-slip mats had stiffened in the cold, so Zeph laid down an extra layer of fabric. There was a charcoal stove in the living room, but compared to Nicole's setup, it barely made a dent. The room was still cold. Nicole took off her outer coat and stepped in. Half an hour later, she was sweating. Her temperature-regulating socks were smooth against her skin, almost too smooth. During a clash, she stepped back, but her foot slipped inside the sock.

Serena stood barefoot, dripping wet, her long hair plastered against her back. Droplets of water trickled down her neck, soaking the towel clutched tightly around her chest. Her bare toes curled subconsciously, as if seeking stability on the cold floor. She looked fragile yet resilient, her discomfort betrayed only by the slight tremble in her posture.

“Is it cold? It’s okay." Dexie always had cold feet, but she didn’t think about it. Luke got up again and Dexie wondered what he was going to do, but she lay down on the other side of the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and then asked Dexie to lie down. Without understanding the reason, Dexie had just laid down when Luke grabbed her feet and pushed them into his arms. With that movement, Dexie pressed against his chest, who was only wearing silk pajamas, and realized that her feet were freezing, so she immediately pulled her feet back and said with some anxiety. “Let go. My feet are too cold and it will make you uncomfortable.”