Zero Chill Book Novels & Stories

"That's some smart thinking, young lady. Go ahead and make it sound good so you can actually promote us!" Holding my phone, I slowly walked deeper into the cold storage. Under the pretense of introducing our wine, I made my way toward the freezer where the two were hiding. "These freezers are our latest in-house design with an incredibly powerful flash-freeze capability. It can drop the internal temperature by 68 degrees Fahrenheit in just three minutes. Let me give the viewers a quick demonstration." As I spoke, I reached out and flipped the flash-freeze switch. The freezer began to hum loudly to life.

She sensed Kane’s influence in every decision, every whispered instruction, and yet she felt an unfamiliar thrill—this was the first real challenge in years. Lunch brought another test. The cafeteria, though modern and clean, was a subtle battlefield of hierarchy. Elena chose a table slightly apart from the clusters of employees, observing interactions, listening, and learning. A colleague attempted small talk, probing for weaknesses, but Elena navigated each question with ease, redirecting the conversation back to professional topics. Her reputation—already whispered among a few—began to solidify: smart, composed, unflappable.

Recognition. As if some locked part of me took one look at Cal Mercer and immediately understood exactly what he was, exactly what he would become beneath my hands, and now refuses to let the rest of me look away. I mutter a string of curses, then head out to the kitchen again, this time for a whiskey. I make the mistake of checking my phone, of clicking on the links that I’ve received. Sure enough, the headlines about the Stanley Cup final are everywhere: Golden Boy Leads Cup Victory

She paused, tilting her head. "And you?" "I love the quiet moments right before the city wakes up," Chloe murmured, staring into her mug. "And thrift store books. The ones with notes scribbled in the margins by strangers. I hate small talk, and I absolutely despise the sound of car alarms." They shared small, sudden bursts of laughter as they compared notes on their lives—Thalia’s intense dislike of overly sweet human food versus Chloe’s absolute dependence on sugary iced coffee; Chloe’s fascination with the vastness of the ocean versus Thalia’s deeply rooted preference for the solid, unchanging earth of dense forests.

Khalid explained and then again I felt another shiver and took a deep breath, fighting my urge to fight, because it was a bad feeling, I could feel it as if insects were walking on my skin. "There is something, maybe it's a spell." Khalid let go of my face and that feeling stopped. "Because you weren't supposed to feel like that, it was supposed to be something soft and gentle, not cold and disgusting." I took a deep breath. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Even though he has a bad temper, they are always looking for a way to get closer to him, but they are always cut off coldly. As a boy, he was exceptionally handsome, yet always radiating an aloofness that kept others at bay. His features mesmerized, but his eyes chilled - a beauty tempered by steel. “Brother Casey, “Would you like to eat dinner with me “? I heard that the cook made a lot of delicious food due to some visitors that will be coming…… But Casey's gaze chilled her. "Shut up and go away." Frightened by him, the girl still took the courage to come over. “ Brother Casey, I will be waiting for you to come out; I just want us to be friends…

“You’re a big, mean guy when your two girlfriends are around to hold me back.” The guy reached his fist back to punch him again. He was hoping he would. He was ready to raise his foot and stomp him right in the midsection. But Chills appeared and saved the day. Money well spent. He was fast. Ungodly fast. Evaporating and materializing like the smoke that he was named after. He melted out of the shadows, snatched up the guy who was about to punch him and slung him into several bushels of golden hair. “Quite a party, innit?”

“Patience. You can’t get anything done if you’re impatient, understand? We have to make this perfect, or we’ll get into trouble.” Joy’s nonchalant voice came through the phone as if they were not talking about killing a human, but an insect.

“Chill. There’s no girls” “There better not be,” Chloe said. “Because if I catch her looking at you again I’m gonna lose it. You’re mine, asshole.” More footsteps. Closer. I shrank smaller behind the toilet, knees to chest, trying to breathe quietly . Chloe’s voice dropped, teasing. “Seriously though. You’ve been so fucking hot lately. All moody and ripped and ignoring me? It’s working. I want to climb you right now.” Jax chuckled again deeper this time. “Yeah?”

The red coat wrapped her up completely. Its blazing color, so absurdly bright in the deathly gloom, seemed almost comical. However, it strangely warmed the whole room. [Congratulations, player. You have gained the frost wraith’s recognition. From now on, you will no longer suffer from the cold.] Warmth spread through my entire body. That night, Chloe and I—one frozen young ghost, one living old lady—squeezed into the icy bed in Dorm 4101. We drifted into a hazy but peaceful sleep.