Wrist So Icy Wonder Why She Like Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I don't know why the words chocked on my through as cold chill run through my spin. 'You don't have to be weak and pathetic, Arlington. Stop shiver at his presence, he is a human like you.' My subconscious hit me. Yes, he is a human like me but he has suddenly grow cold and heartless and I'm sure he won't hesitate to hurt me. He grabbed my wrist tightly, jerking it. "Why aren't you saying any thing, huh?" He demanded coldly, still I was speechless. What do I say any ways?

It frustrated me that he thought me so little of me that he was convinced I was unable to make my way to the dinning hall. I stepped forward, Vycer's hands locked into mine. I hated that feeling. The feeling of interlaced fingers. Every part of my body wanted to rip my hand from his yet, I also found the warmth of his palms soothing, settling. So much different from the icy embrace that he sported just a day earlier. It very much reminded me of Jace. How he, and his people, always felt warm. It didn't matter what group of Wild Ones I encountered on my travels because they all emitted the same warmth. As if they could channel the heat of the sun into their hands. I had never met anyone who co

The pain in my wrist is acute, clarifying. He says nothing. He looks at me, his face now completely closed. The coldness emanating from him is tangible, it drops the temperature of the room. His eyes are no longer steel, but polar ice. No trace of interest remains, no trace of that perverse curiosity. There is anger. A silent, absolutely terrifying anger. He pulls slightly on my arm, with a sharp jerk, unbalancing me. I stumble towards him. With his other hand, he grabs my other wrist before I can attempt anything. In two moves, he holds me completely at his mercy, arms slightly spread, offered, vulnerable.

"Show me your wrist," I raised my left hand. She reached for it and looked at it intently. I moaned when she pressed my red wrist. "Hmm... what happened? Why is it red?" She asked while frowning at my wrist. "Ah..." should I say it? "I don't know. I-It suddenly became like that when I woke up earlier," I lied. "Is that so? Maybe you bumped into someone while you were sleeping or someone touched you while you were sleeping because there are handprints," she said, nodding.

now she looked so small. Her hand reached out and touched my wrist. “You’re here,” she whispered. It almost felt dreamlike. “I’m here,” I replied, my voice hoarse. She turned her face toward me, her eyes barely opened. “I don’t like you here.” I swallowed hard, refusing her. “I’m not going anywhere.” Her fingers curled around mine. “I feel… weird. Like, everything’s spinning.” “I know,” I said softly. “Someone probably drugged you.”

immediately he pinch her shoulder "Ouchh idiot why are you pinch me" ? She ask rubbing her thumb on her shoulder "Haha because vanilla is my favorite too " "Woww really? Normally boys do like chocolate more right??" she said "Yes but here my sister love's choclate favour but for me Vanilla because my mom too love it. " he chuckles, but this time she felt pain in his eyes. "Wait let me bring the ice-cream " Ryan quickly orders an Icecream. Then both of them enjoy and ate the ice-cream.

She lifted up her head to look back at me with a frown on her face. “And that's no part of your business!” She said, picking up a piece of fries and then slowly munching in it. She looked like she wanted me out of her room and in the next second but I immediately caught a glimpse of her wrist, it had a huge scar on it, or….. I couldn't tell what was extremely curious about that. Before long, I found my feet hurrying in its steps towards her as I clenched my fist angrily. I bent over in front of her and pulled her wrist out to get a clearer view of it.

My lips curved into what I hoped looked like a smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes. Inside, jealousy burned like acid. It should’ve been me giving her gifts—me she proudly talked about that way. But I couldn’t. Not yet. “I see,” I whispered. “Yes. Mommy Lyra also said that if I keep being a good, obedient girl, I can always stay close to the people I love.” When I reached out to touch the bracelet, a sudden chill shot through my skin. It wasn’t just the coldness of metal—it pulsed faintly, as if something inside it was… alive. I instinctively pulled my hand back. Iris blinked up at me, puzzled.

I survived everything because I'm strong, I'm queen, I'm Crystal. At that moment, I feel a sudden coldness at the tip of my fingers, but it doesn't make me feel uncomfortable in any way. Instead, it makes me feel powerful. It's a welcoming feeling and I embrace it as the coldness spreads throughout my body. Following my instincts, I place my palms on the door and ice spreads out of my hands onto the door, freezing it in an instance. The cracking sound of the door brings a smile to my lips and fills up my confidence level to a thousand percent. Without hesitating, I kick down the door, and it breaks to the ground, ice splattering all over. This is it, it's time to fight for myself.

That's how much I love touching her. Her eyes snapped to the scar on my right wrist. “ This is new,what happened?” I stiffened,she shouldn't have seen that.“Nothing serious, I just lost some skin there.” Her eyes widened in curiosity.“ How did that happen?” I contemplated telling her but changed my mind that instant.“ Let's take this whole getting to know ourselves a little slow. You haven't told me much about you.” She pouted but didn't push further.“ There's nothing much about me. I'm just a regular girl who got all the things ever girl wishes for in her childhood.”