Zero Chill Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chloe shut the book with a sharp snap, her mouth slightly open and her pulse racing. For a second, she just sat there on the couch, fanning herself with the edge of the page. “Oh my God, that was so hot. Like… are you kidding me? Cecilia, girl, what did I just read?”

Chloe commanded instantly. A sudden, freezing wave of digital energy washed over her entire body. The System violently suppressed her natural body heat, dropping her external temperature to match the freezing concrete around them. The sensation was absolutely agonizing. It felt like being plunged directly into a bath of liquid nitrogen. She felt Julian violently flinch beneath her as the System forcefully drained his body heat as well. He gritted his teeth, his arms wrapping tightly around her to endure the sudden, inexplicable freezing pain. Through the grate, Chloe watched Marcus stop just two feet away from their hiding place.

❤THEME SONG OF THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤CHILLS' BY 'WHY DON'T WE'❤ ❤QUOTE RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER ❤ ❤️ Coat laying on the floor Long December nights are what I've been waitin' for Pull my hand close to the fire Shiverin', I'm shiverin', I can't stop Give me the look, you know the one I want I've been waiting for It's so cold, it's so cold, yeah I got chills when you walk Chills when you talk Chills every time you say my name It's the way that it feels when we touch I can't get enough Love got me frozen in place Baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got (chills) Ooh, baby, I got chills Arms wrapped around my neck ('round my neck) You keep me warm You are the spark igniting me again Oh, I can't get enough

Chapter Forty-Two. Zurich was cold in a way New York never was. The chill didn’t bite; it seeped into your bones like whispered secrets, slow and persistent. The kind of cold that wraps around your soul, making every breath visible in the air and every step feel heavier. As the jet descended over the snow-lined banks of Lake Zurich, I sat beside Randall in silence, staring out at the glassy water that reflected a pale, winter sky. The city was a ghostly silhouette—majestic, silent, untouched by the chaos I’d left behind. Even with Belladonna in exile, her shadow loomed larger than the Alps themselves, an invisible predator lurking in the quiet.

Heat crept up my neck. "Boring," Chloe sang out, pouring herself more champagne. "Open it, Maya. Maybe he hid a check in there or something." I felt a strange prickly heat on the back of my neck. Silas hadn't moved. He was watching my hands with dark satisfaction. Like a hunter watching prey step into a trap. "Go on," he urged softly. "Open it." I opened the hardcover. My breath stopped. The pages had been hollowed out. The center of the thick book was cut away to form a hidden compartment, lined in black velvet.

FROSTBOUND; A JACK FROST EROTICA RETELLING BOOK 1 Intro: Eirlys Virelle has lived her entire life untouched by warmth not just in body but in existence. All her life she’s always been the unnoticed nerdy girl, now tucked away in a quiet town as a reclusive bookstore owner where nothing ever happens and no one ever really stays or cares. She’s convinced she’ll die alone, living a lonely life with just her and her cat!

When will Chloe be outsmarted? With Chloe's silence, Jucel decided to continue. She held up her right hand with her palm up, and bluish-green light swirled above it. A small book appeared floating just a few inches on top of her hand. Her free hand did a swipe across the book and it glowed brighter. They had to look away because of the blinding light coming from the book. When the light died down, they turned their gaze to Jucel hand only for their jaws to slightly slack open. The small book transformed into a large, thick book!

Every first practice of the season, we went to the vending machine between the men's and women's locker rooms, got hot chocolate from the ancient machine that always dispensed about twenty percent too much powder and sixty percent too much water, we sat on the bench under the broken clock that had said 4:47 since approximately forever, and we talked about the season. It was our thing. We didn't announce it or plan it, it just happened, the same way sunrise happens. She was already there when I came out, still in her practice gear except for her skates, hair coming loose from its braid, two sad cups of hot chocolate steaming on the bench beside her. She handed me one without looking up from

I ran my fingers through my hair and shook it out. He watched my every move, waiting patiently. “Definitely, my weakness Tessa.” He ran his hand slowly down my arm. Again I felt chills with every stroke. “And your dress, I do like it alot, but right now it’s in my way,” he said gathering it up. I lifted up onto my knees, still on his lap as he ever so slowly lifted my dress up just over my head. With my arms above my head and stuck between my dress, he stopped, leaned in and licked my belly and then between my breast as he looked at me and smiled, then continued to pull the dress off, freeing my arms.

“Don’t let her ruin your mood, Chloe.” “Yea, let’s bounce,” the other one said. Nerd glasses, innocent act, probably the worst of the three. “Latte’s gonna get cold.” Right. Because heaven forbid Queen Bee Chloe drinks a lukewarm caramel swirl. I wasn’t sticking around for Act II of Mean Girls Reloaded. I shoved the envelope deep into my bag, adjusted my cardigan, and walked away. Behind me, I heard it. “Why’s she coming out of that class?” one of them whispered.