Cold As Ice Book

She was a broke final-year law student, one eviction away from losing everything. He was the university’s coldest, most untouchable professor—rich, brilliant, and hiding a secret. When Amara Okeke gets expelled over unpaid fees and her sister falls critically ill, she's out of options—until a mysterious encounter leads to an unthinkable offer. Marry him. One year. No love. No touch. Just a contract. Dr. Damian Stone doesn’t do love. But his late father’s will demands marriage or he loses everything he's built. What begins as a lifeline quickly becomes a dangerous entanglement of secrets, jealousy, and burning chemistry neither of them expected. As the line between duty and desire begins to blur, Amara and Damian must choose: stick to the rules—or risk it all for a love that was never meant to be. In a world of cold contracts and hidden pasts, can two broken hearts find warmth in each other?

after dying, our female lead was taken to another world that's completely opposite to her life,her assistant from her old world ended himself and also joined her in the new world,see the progress of the love between side characters and main characters... please note that if you can't handle bløød, don't read

He believes in purpose. She believes in power. Neither believes in love — until they collide. When idealistic nonprofit founder Will Bennett locks eyes with Eliza Darcy, the tech world's coldest CEO, it's not sparks that fly — it's shrapnel. She calls his life’s work charity cosplay. He calls her emotionless corporate ice. But fate—and a high-stakes pitch—throws them back together. Behind her glass empire and polished armor, Eliza hides a past built on abandonment and ambition. She’s clawed her way to the top by trusting no one and feeling nothing. Will? He builds futures from the ground up, with nothing but heart, grit, and maddening optimism. Their attraction is inconvenient. Their chemistry is undeniable. And when secrets, scandals, and a media storm threaten everything they know, both must choose: Hold their pride. Or risk it all to melt the ice between them. Slow-burn. Sharp banter. Soul-deep connection. Beneath Her Ice is a steamy enemies-to-lovers CEO romance about breaking barriers, rewriting power, and choosing vulnerability in a world that worships control. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This work is based on my thoughts , about how I wanted this to go not on what is the norm out there , this one is truly close to my heart after "The Servant's Son" . I hope you all out there would also come to love this one , as it contains bits from my vision of love .

A young man's life takes an unexpected turn when he meets an untimely demise, buried beneath an avalanche. As he breathes his last, he hears the echoes of mechanical voices resonating in his head, granting him a multitude of wishes in the form of Skills, Fortunes, and a new Body. Reborn as an Ice Dragon, Drake finds himself thrust into a fantastical realm reminiscent of Norse Mythology known as Yggdrasil. This world, however, holds more surprises than he could have ever imagined. It is not only a realm of fantasy but also a Cultivation World, blending two seemingly disparate concepts into one. Join him on his journey as he explores this enchanting world, navigating its treacherous landscapes and encountering deadly monsters along the way. As he fights for survival, he seeks to find his place in this new existence and discover the purpose that drives him forward. Yet, he soon realizes that he is not alone in this reincarnated state. Others have been granted wishes as well, and the collision of their desires threatens to plunge the world into utter chaos. This is a tale of rebirth and transformation—a man's evolution from a humble Dragon Pup to the indomitable Strongest Dragon King. Along his path, he will forge new alliances, face formidable foes, and gradually establish a place he can truly call home.

A boy stuck at the crossroads of his destiny and fate ends up taking a wrong turn, completely unaware someone above is watching him

Izumi Kurogane was just a normal high schooler—until he got caught up with Marina Ashford, the untouchable rich girl with a secret love for anime. Between school festivals, intense rivalries, and Marina’s overprotective bodyguards plotting in the background, Izumi finds himself in way more chaos than he signed up for. From late-night calls to anime club shenanigans, their worlds keep colliding. But with every challenge, their bond grows stronger—whether they admit it or not.

Reborn from Earth into a world of cultivation, Su Lin walks a path few dare to tread. Calm, precise, and dangerously patient, his blade flows like water until it freezes. When the orthodox path fails him, he turns to the forbidden. His Sword Dao will not blaze. It will freeze, cut, and silence. From genius to demon. The colder his heart, the sharper his sword.

The once great country of Veroso was at war with itself, split into five Nations. Laura, a Wolf woman wanderer that spends her days in the bloody waste lands, happens upon one of the nation Leaders one day. A Warlord known as Zenesha Heart, the Fox Ice Princess. Deciding to help her to pass the time Laura ends up assisting the woman in her efforts to defeat the other four Warlords and their nations, Bringing the shattered country back together under one banner.

Anita Baker, doesn't expect for the Cold CEO Liam Jackson to fall in love with her and choose her over her best friend Temisa Patrick She submitted a proposal for a job with them but was offered a job as his assistant secretary. She never expected Liam to fall in love with her, but Love happened. What will Anita do when her best friend is supposed to marry him and his fiancee?. Run away for her best friend sake, even though she knows she loves Liam and has slept with him in his office, or stay and accept his marriage proposal to her?. Read to find out?.

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.

In a world full of magic, where the stars determine your beginning, and also end,

Some hearts freeze to protect themselves. Others, to forget what warmth once felt like. Odette Throne never needed anyone. Or so she told herself. Quiet, composed, and emotionally detached, Odette leaves everything familiar behind—her city, her routines, and every tie she never truly valued—for a fresh start at a university abroad. She isn’t here to make friends. She isn’t here to belong. She’s here to be alone—intentionally, perfectly, peacefully alone. But then she meets him. Frost Ashford—sharp-tongued, unreadable, and just as cold as the snow-covered streets that surround them. From the moment they cross paths, a silent rivalry begins—icy stares, indifferent conversations, and a magnetic tension that neither of them fully understands nor wants to admit. As their paths continue to tangle, Odette is forced to confront a truth she’s long buried: it’s not isolation she needs—it’s connection, the kind that doesn’t demand too much or dig too deep. But Frost has his own reasons for staying frozen. And sometimes, love doesn’t melt cold hearts—it shatters them. Taken by the Cold is a slow-burning, emotional rom-com about two guarded souls learning that even the coldest winters can feel like home—when you stop pretending you don’t need warmth.

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.

What would happen if the next head of the ice clan got fire powers? An anomaly of course would be born.

[Two-faced CEO feigning disability + tongue-in-cheek drama queen actress]Song Qingli was reincarnated to the moment when her father was going to sell off her family estates and eloped overseas. It was also the moment when her bad luck began. In her past life, she was on the run for five years before getting killed in a car accident. In this life, she was determined to choose another path: marriage! She's just marrying a disabled man, right? That is still better than being dead. ***Before getting married...Gu Zechuan: Miss Song, you may consider me a long-term sugar daddy.Song Qingli: This man gets it!***After getting married: A furious Gu Zechuan rose from his wheelchair: Tell the world that I will have their eyes gouged out if they ever look at Song Qingli funny.A flustered Song Qingli: Why are you in my bed?***Everyone else: Song Qingli, you must feel pent-up because your husband has paraplegia, right? The lady's hand trembled even as she held her cup of tea and growled hoarsely, "Keep your mouth shut if you don't have anything good to say."

Owned by a cold heart is a romantic and CEO story you won't regret reading step in!!

Loving the wrong person the entire time, Jiao Qingxiao was poisoned at the mere age of seventeen. "Tang Fanghua, anyone but you can ascend the throne." And so, she is hell bent on changing the tide of the court. Except, the man she has her eyes on seemed to be a loyal underling of Tang Fanghua in her last life. But how can she give up? "Why should I listen to you?" Asked the man with a smirk. "I will do anything." "Anything?" He asked again, with a suggestive look

In late 1980s, Tokyo, monstrous Eclipses, born from human fear—lurk in the shadows. Hikaru Shimo, a teenage warrior with ice-cold Senzai abilities, fights to protect the innocent, until he accidentally awakens Sora Makizushi, a legendary warrior frozen in time. But Sora’s past is a bloodstained mystery, and his rage threatens to burn the world anew. Hikaru gets saved by Yoru, a bubbly yet ruthless Director. As Hikaru is drafted into the shadowy Peoples’ Protection Agency, he uncovers a war between factions vying to control Senzai energy, some to save humanity, others to reshape it into something entirely borderline horrifying. With a sadistic scientist, a bubbly-yet-ruthless director, and a fanatic rebel faction in the mix, and the curse of his own bloodline, Hikaru stands at crossroads whether to align to one or be the Eclipse-slaying hunter he is. —————————————————— DISCLAIMER: ALL ARTWORK IS OWNED BY ME AS I'VE CREATED IT Withering Cold is primarily a dark fantasy webnovel which inspired by animes/mangas. If you want an overpowered edgy main character with 10 wives and a broken system, then leave. This isn't for you. There will be complex and mature themes (both 16+ & 18+), so if you don't like it (assault, gore, violence, trauma and other not so cool stuff), then don't read it. Author's Note: I originally developed an idea for Withering Cold way back in 2022 once I watched Chainsawman and recently Tokyo Ghoul. So if you're fan of animes of that genre this is for you. Moreover, I wanted to see if I could build a balanced yet unreliable power system. Most animes have a power system that's purely for usage but I wanted to explore how power can corrupt people. Plus, to address the inner demon trope (Hikaru-Tsukuyomi), most animes have them established on the first chapter as a living vessel, but I wanted to see how far could Hikaru last before the person inside him awakens when it's too late. It's a slow burn, probably 200 chapters expected give or take. Might end in Mid-Late 2026. Each chapter spans 2000 words and the publishing frequency is 2 or 3 chapters a week (unless if I make a digital art, all available on my discord). It's my faithful tribute to my favourite shonens/mangas and probably something I spent years building, giving depth to my characters. Don't expect outlandish powescaling. Enjoy the story. For more fun facts about the novel + discussion and more join the official discord server: https://discord.gg/8mgFz7RVFm Maybe this will end up well? Who knows. I simply care about the moment. If I screw up your favourite character, I apologise. —————————————————— MAIN CAST: Hikaru Shimo: The protagonist of Withering Cold. A shy, timid 16 year old boy who has a knack for hunting eclipses in the retro 80s Tokyo. He's a local high school student and works odd jobs to sustain himself until he gets a rather meagre pay in the PPA. However, behind his kind behaviour lies a thousand year old curse that runs in his bloodline. Sora Makizushi: The secondary male lead and the Deuteragonist of Withering Cold. He's boastful, arrogant yet a master in his Senzai Arts. Once freed by Hikaru from his unfortunate sealing, Sora lands himself in 1987 Tokyo where he struggles to get used to the modern environment. The story focuses on how Sora regains his now lost power and the mystery behind the Main Antagonist, Tsukuyomi. Yoru: The female lead and the Triagonist of Withering Cold. A ruthless yet bubbly Director of the PPA who took Hikaru into her own arms. Yoru suffers from Stockholm Syndrome, where she knows the PPA is shady yet believes they are the true defenders of humanity. Her arc revolves around the world building in-universe and Yoru trying to atone for her own sins by being the family Hikaru never had. [more info in auxiliary chapters and discord!]

“And what is it about him that still makes you love him?” I asked, sensing I already knew the answer. “Oh, my dear, please try not to hold onto so much resentment for your father. He might—” “Mom!” I interrupted, my voice breaking as a sardonic laugh escaped me. “How can you still find a way to justify his actions? Even if you have some lingering feelings for him, shouldn’t they fade when you think about what he’s done to me? Am I really not as important as the man who has only brought you pain?” My emotions overwhelmed me, and I struggled to hold back my tearsThe silence enveloped us, and I could feel the weight of uncertainty in the air. I couldn't help but wonder what had clouded my mom's judgment, perhaps it was the influence of that man she called her husband. “Mom, I think it's time for you to choose a side,” I said, my voice trembling as I neared the end of my sentence, fully aware that I might never address him that way again. “You can’t keep pretending this is going to work. It’s either me or…him.” “Serena, please, you can't win against your dad. I really think you should drop any thoughts of going against him. He’s not as bad as you believe, dear. Remember, he’s the one who pays for this house and your college tuition. Your clothes and food—all of that is still his responsibility, and he’s meeting those obligations. All I ask is that you finish college, find a job, or better yet, settle down with a good man,” my mom urged, her voice tinged with an earnest desperation as if she were trying to convince not just me but herself. I listened, trying to remain calm, a bittersweet smile crossing my lips as I realized I couldn't back down from my convictions. “Alright, Mom, if you’ve chosen Mr. Andre, that’s your decision. But I won’t be swayed—I’m going to forge my own path, and I hope you’ll understand that when the time comes.” With that, a sense of resolve washed over me, and I braced myself for the future ahead, knowing it would be filled with both challenges and possibilities.

"we are going to die,we are going to die" A young man was heard shaking talking to himself , gunshots could be heard everywhere ,marked men was shooting at him seeing to be their target. But someone was beside him protecting him at all costs as she fights back to save him. She? Yes a woman, risking her life to save this man and of course, she is bodyguard. Who is this young man and why are they trying to kill him? Please read the story to know.

On that night, as I walked aimlessly through the alleys with tears streaming down my face, I kept mumbling, “I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life.” I was so immersed in my self-wallow that I didn't realize how far I had wandered up the mountain until I tripped on a rock and landed on my right knee. “*Hissed* How do I walk back down limping?” I murmured into the silence, unsure of what to do next. Just as I was about to find my way back down, something caught my eye at the top of the mountain, just a few steps away from me. A flower was glowing there, radiant and mysterious, and I couldn't help but feel intrigued by its presence. I limped towards it, ignoring the pain in my knee, my gaze fixed on the flower as if it held the answers to my troubles. As I stepped closer, I heard a rustling noise behind the bushes. “Hello, is someone there?” I called out gently, but deep down, I figured it was just a rabbit or something. My attention remained on the flower, its beauty ethereal, enhanced by the full moon hanging in the sky. Just then, I felt an odd sense of courage wash over me, and I decided to touch the flower. As my fingers made contact, I was unprepared for what happened next: the flower's glow transferred to me, slowly causing it to wither away. “No, no, what did I do?” Panic surged through me as I tried to brush the glow off my body, but instead, it became even more blinding. Suddenly, I felt something leave me, and whoosh—I was lifted off the ground, emitting a fog-like glow as the world around me darkened. “*Gasp* Where am I?” I opened my eyes wide, darting them around in confusion, trying to make sense of everything. “Was it just a dream?” I wondered aloud, but everything looked so familiar; I found myself in my room, yet something felt profoundly different. I stood up, intent on freshening up, but paused when I noticed my fingernails—they were ash-colored and longer than before. I didn’t remember getting a manicure, so what was happening? I pushed those thoughts aside and stripped down to take a quick shower, but that’s when I let out a startled scream. A massive flower tattoo covered my back! “H—how? I didn't do this, right?” Confusion and disbelief washed over me, but beneath it all, a thrill of anticipation began to stir within me. What had transpired? What did it mean for the future? The events of that night felt like a catalyst for something far greater, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I could hardly comprehend.

Aeliana Valemora was never supposed to marry into the Imperion Empire. Once a runaway heiress turned aspiring celebrity, she had dreams far from the icy walls of upper-class society. But when fate and a secret family pact throw her into a cold and loveless marriage with Reinhardt Imperion, a billionaire still mourning the loss of his first love, she finds herself caught between duty and desire. Haunted by the tragic death of his childhood sweetheart, Reinhardt has built steel walls around his heart. The new woman in his life? Just a pawn in a family strategy, or so he thinks. Until one night, drugged and broken, he stumbles home, only to find his new wife not as delicate as she seems. Aeliana subdues him with a graceful hand in a shocking turn of events, revealing her hidden strength and mysterious past. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Reinhardt is forced to confront his grief and the possibility that love might come in the most unexpected form. Aeliana, meanwhile, must navigate the cruel games of the elite and prove that she’s more than just a name on a marriage certificate. In a world of power plays, betrayal, and social warfare, can two broken souls learn to fight not against each other, but for each other?

# PRETENDTOBEAFOOL Even though Bai Yun’s parents died when she was young, her grandfather was a retired special forces soldier and her grandmother was from a cultural art troupe. Both of them loved her a lot. One taught her how to defend herself with martial arts, while the other taught her all she needed to know about life. Bai Yun worked hard too, and at twenty-three years old, she won her first international actress award. However, on the happiest day of her life, she transmigrated into an extremely melodramatic novel. She became a lowly female cannon fodder who was written off in less than three chapters. In the book, Bai Yun had lived in a repressed environment since she was young, which made her cowardly as well as lacking in opinion and love. That made her an easy target for bad guys. Her only friend regarded her as a tool and wanted to sell Bai Yun to pave a way for herself. Bai Yun’s husband also decided to leave her because she filed for divorce three times a day, and he fell for someone else. Before her career in the entertainment industry took off, she was cursed and scolded on public platforms for her poor acting and her continuous blunders. Bai Yun, who had just transmigrated, didn’t even have time to adjust to her new identity when divorce papers were thrown at her. Bai Yun: “Can we stay together?” Chu Jiang: “It’s too late.” “Okay.”Since their marriage couldn’t be saved, Bai Yun decisively signed the papers and proactively went about saving her acting career that was on the verge of collapsing at any time. When netizens first saw Bai Yun appearing on the screen: “She’s yesterday’s news already, yet she’s still trying to turn things around? If she can do it, I’ll stand upside down and wash my hair.”Later, in an online drama, she was devastatingly beautiful and her dancing charmed everyone’s hearts. On variety shows, she relied on her attitude and strength to turn the tables and become the national goddess. A brand that was about to go bankrupt asked Bai Yun to be their spokesperson. People clamored for the goods, and the crisis was successfully overcome! As Bai Yun’s worth and brilliance spread further, many more people and fans couldn’t help but worry about their idol’s marriage. Just when the fans were matchmaking Bai Yun with the men in the entertainment industry, a certain man couldn’t sit still any longer.“Darling, I was wrong. Can we remarry?”

In a dark room, a handsome man, with a jawline to die for, was down on both his knees. On both sides of the man's strong and narrow waist, two slender legs hung weakly. With a fit body, the man completely enveloped the woman within him. Every time he moved, he was unrestrained and his bulging muscles expanded, bringing the woman to a high she’d never experienced. After that night, Sophia realized she was pregnant. She panicked. After all, she never had any sexual experiences. She thought of that night when she was drunk at a party, but she couldn't recall who the baby's father was. Was it the playboy, Norman, who looked like Leonardo DiCaprio? Or was it the smart and handsome, yet serious-looking Felix? Perhaps it was Claude, a popular figure in school with a muscular body, six-packs, and an athletic figure? With the help of her good friend Olivia and Anita, they arranged a meeting with the suspected “fathers” at the villa where they had sex that night. When Sophia expressed that she would keep the child, their reactions were completely different. Yet, why was it that the sharp-tongued man, who called the shots at Wall Street, a man who never stopped mocking her to suddenly show concern and care for her?

Chris, the focused hockey captain with no time for drama, and Jade, the bold and unpredictable best friend of his stepsister, never expected anything more than casual sparks. What began as a secret friends-with-benefits arrangement—fueled by adrenaline, teasing, and late-night kisses—starts to unravel their emotional walls. As stolen moments turn into meaningful ones, and secrecy starts to weigh heavy, their carefully drawn lines begin to blur. But in a house full of eyes, a school full of rumors, and a past full of baggage, falling in love was never part of the plan.