Warm Bodies Novel Novels & Stories

All I am feeling right now is intense heat every time his skin touches mine, especially in those private areas of my body. His touches feel like burning torches touching my cold skin, making my body melt in his hands, sending a wave of an unfamiliar sensation that fills my head, hypnotizing me to ask for more. What is this? Why am I not complaining as he touches my body as if he is memorizing each corner of it? Why can't I refuse his warmth? I asked myself, but even I could not answer those questions in my head.

But Caleb could always break her understanding of things and perform such bold actions. "We should go to the bed..." Caleb gripped her legs and lifted her up, smiling. "The bed? Then I might as well go home. Why stay here?" The snow was still falling, but it had lightened up. It landed in the hot spring pool and around it, instantly melting into water. Whitney didn't feel cold. On the contrary, her body temperature was steadily rising. And the man on top of her, his body temperature was even more startlingly hot.

She was immobile like an unconscious person. His hand trembled as he moved it forward to touch her body and feel her temperature and monitor if the blood was running in her vessels. His fingertip touched Jamima's bare arm and felt it as cold as Daniels' body. She was cold, not like she used to be. Her body was not warm, anymore. Every time he approached her in the past he felt her warmth, but now it was gone and replaced with coldness. He knew what it meant when he withdrew his hand and hit the wall with all his might.

Her voice was slowly drying in my ears but I could feel the desperation in it. This will stay until I drove past the flowers. I had no energy to do it. I couldn’t move my body. I should call Carol. I’d rather die here than call someone else. I could not move my body. The lower half was going numb. I covered my ears with my hands as I groaned loudly. And suddenly I felt warm. I leaned on someone. My body was still shaking but the trouble inside my body started to die down. The coldness in my veins started transforming into warmth.

He swayed his hips and took a few steps, rubbing his tip maliciously between my legs. "Ah!" As if struck by lightning, I instinctively tried to cover my lower body, but when Victor lifted me, I fell back involuntarily. I swiftly wrapped my arm around his neck, pushing out my chest. My skin, slick with sweat, heightened every sensation, and the intense tingling nearly overwhelmed me. "No... Stop it..." Victor exerted force with his back, ignoring my pleas. His hands lifted my hips, supporting me as I bobbed up and down, caressing my soft curves gently, constantly teasing my desire, as his breathing became increasingly heavy.

Amber flashed a smug smile at him, licking her lips. “You’re so good to me, baby.” They flirted like I wasn’t even there, their wild pheromones thick in the air, all mixed up. After a while, they finally seemed to remember I existed. Ethan noticed I hadn’t touched my food. “Scarlett, aren’t you hungry?” I said flatly, “I’m allergic to venison.” The room went quiet for a beat, the air freezing. Amber quickly asked with concern, “Scarlett, why didn’t you say so? You haven’t touched any deer blood, have you? Venison can trigger a wolf's frenzy in those who are allergic.”

I call for an ambulance and try to explain what's happening, but my words come out in a jumbled mess. As I stood there, staring at Raina's lifeless body, I felt a sudden warmth radiating from the girl's body. It was a strange sensation that I couldn't quite place. At first, it was barely noticeable, but it quickly grew stronger until it felt as though I was standing next to a blazing fire. The heat was so intense that it began to make me feel uncomfortable. I took a step back, but the heat only seemed to increase. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, and I found herself at a loss for what to do.

The moment my fingers made contact, I frowned in confusion. The body wasn’t cold. Dead bodies were supposed to be cold, especially if they had been stored for a long time. Cold bodies slowed down decay and prevented them from rotting quickly. But this one… It felt warm. Not hot, not completely normal, but warm enough to make my heart skip in fear. I pulled my hand back slowly, my mind racing. That didn’t make any sense. These people had been dead for days… some even months. So why did they feel fresh, like they had just died recently?

Sometimes, I could even sense Howard's strong arms brushing past my chest. Heat bubbled up inside me, and without thinking, my legs clenched together. My chest was a mix of heat and pressure, and it felt like my whole body was firing up. "What's in this oil, it's so... whoa!" I barely got the words out when Howard's sudden squeeze drew a yelp from me. Howard's breath was a warm whisper in my ear. "Don't worry, ma'am," he said softly. "This warmth you're feeling is totally normal. It's just part of the treatment, helps you relax and eases any discomfort."

She was angry because she was confused, but what made her confused? Like something is going wrong, something shouldn't have happened, but what? Barbara took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the air enter her body. However, when she exhaled, it was the cold steam that escaped. Barbara is like being in two temperatures at once. People probably thought she looked like someone… cold, literally, without the slightest hint of warmth. However, they were wrong. Barbara could feel how cold her body was, but she also felt the warmth inside her, flowing with her blood and life.