Coldbutcaring Stories

We played with fire - and called it friendship. Every glance had meaning, every touch a question we never dared to answer. She wasn't mine, but the way she looked at me made it feel like she could be. It wasn't love... not officially. But it burned hotter than anything real.

Sara father had married her to one of the strongest mafia bosses.. She was nothing but the daughter of a man with a successful business. She was rather shy and clumsy, while your husband was cold and silent. He wasn't rude..just nonchalant and didn't really talk to you. He would just stay in his office and worked. She was now living in his mansion.. it was big and spacious. Today he wasn't home, instead he was at his work building..She was desperate for his love and care which he didn't really show..since it was an arranged marriage..

Everyone thought she was dead. They were wrong. Now she's hunting two sisters who don't even know why. Staying alive? That's the biggest fight of all. | Here's a teaser: Then, she felt it again. But this time, the skin wasn't that cold. It was quite warm. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for what she might see, and looked down. That didn't help her at all though, she still gasped, her gasp echoing eerily in the quiet night air; her heart still raced as though in a marathon; her breathing still hitched; a shiver still ran sharply down her spine. There was Vivienne, lying in the grass, a bullet through her heart, limbs mangled, blood everywhere, eyes lifeless. Lydia-against all her instincts-kneeled down beside Vivienne's body, squeezing her wrist tightly. There was no pulse. | I would really appreciate it if u vote and comment! I don't mind criticism!

Rauk is a unstable teenager in the custody of his half brother after the death of his parents. He moves countries during the summer and now he has to deal with the drama of his highschool, the magic powers that Masami vehemetly denies he possesses, and a variety of other weird occurrences

They thought she was lost. They were wrong. At twelve, Arielle survives on instinct, silence, and strength sharpened by pain. When violence finally puts her in the system's spotlight, the family that buried her is forced to face the truth-she was never weak, never broken, and never waiting to be rescued. This is not a story about saving a girl. It's about a girl who survived-and a family that must learn how to deserve her.