What Are Cold Reads Novels & Stories

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.

The archive room was colder than the rest of the building. Rows of neatly organized files stretched across the walls, each labeled and categorized. Lucas walked toward a secured cabinet and entered a code. “You shouldn’t technically have access to this level yet,” he said. Tiana crossed her arms. “But you’re giving it to me anyway.” Lucas gave a faint, knowing look. “Let’s just say… I’m curious too.” The cabinet opened with a soft click. He stepped aside. “Everything related to Caldwell is here.” Tiana didn’t waste time.

"This is my daughter's death certificate. Look closely and see for yourselves if I'm speaking the truth." One by one, the once rowdy crowd fell silent. Sheila's eyes went wide with shock as she grabbed the paper from my grip. I kept my gaze locked on her, eager to see her drown in regret and pain. "No, this can't be real, can it?" Her voice cracked, tears in her eyes, her whole body trembling like she was about to crumble. She was ghostly pale, tears streaming down her face, staining the paper with her daughter's name.

Framed for a massive financial scandal by her ruthless ex-fiancé, Emaline Gonzalez is left with a sixty-million dollar debt and her family's future in ruins. Desperate to save her father and clear her name, she answers a mysterious offer from Blackwood Tower only to discover her potential savior is Aiden Blackwood, the cold, feared billionaire and her ex’s biggest rival. ​Aiden is ruthless, emotionless, and demands absolute control. He offers Emaline a deal: sign a 24/7 personal assistant contract, serve as his public pawn to humiliate her ex, and he will clear her family's debt. ​Forging a bond built on revenge, Emaline enters Aiden's world of corporate warfare and high-society games. But

Elise couldn’t put the manuscript down. With each page she flipped, she wanted to flip more. The amount of information and deep secrets she had read in just the two chapters she read were overwhelming. It went as wide as uncovering what they did as well as some important deals their company- EEE group of companies did. She closed and looked at the manuscript and thought about Ludo. Where did she get all the information? she asked herself. “Mom!” Erica called out to her

I slid back into bed beside her, pulling her close, my lips brushing the top of her head. I was just starting to drift off when a faint vibration made me frown. I turned toward the nightstand. My phone lit up, the glow was bright in the dark room. I usually ignored calls this late but something made me reach for it. Alex. I grabbed it carefully, trying not to wake Lena. I swiped to open the message. > Alex: Sir, you need to see this right now. Link attached.< My chest tightened. I clicked the link, the screen loaded and then the headline appeared in bold, impossible-to-miss letters.

I laugh at the idea of him sitting in here reading a manga. I turn away from the shelf and run right into Jordyn. I grab my chest as my breathing accelerates, "you startled me." Jordyn laughs, "I'm sorry for scaring you. Planning to read any books?" I think on that for a moment. "Maybe," I say. I loved reading. It was one of the many escapes from my harsh reality. He surprises me by echoing my thoughts. "I used to read a lot when I was a child. It helped me escape the burden of youth. Now I read to relax and unwind. It helps distract me from my work. That and..." he trails off as he runs his fingertips inside my thigh.