Warm

Nineteen days into the Long Freeze, Rowan Ashby is the scholarship boy nobody at the Vance Estate respects. His fiancée's family keeps the generator running, hoards the fuel, and treats him like a servant. Then a warlord named Garrick Voss rolls up to the gate, and the woman Rowan loves trades him away for a place at the warlord's side. He is stripped of his coat and thrown out into minus thirty-eight. He should have died in the snow. Instead, a voice wakes in his head. The Hearth System has chosen him. In a world where everyone is freezing, Rowan is the one man who can make warmth. Every person who willingly stands beside him widens his Hearth Zone, a pocket of heat, clean air and safety that grows with every bond he earns. Missions pay out in coal, medicine, food and power. The more the world underestimates him, the bigger the payout. But the system does not just reward him. It demands that he earn trust, not take it. A doctor who has lost everything, a soldier who trusts no one, a campus queen running from a monster, and an heiress sitting on a hidden fortune all have their own wills and their own scars. They are not prizes. They are partners, and each one has to choose him. Meanwhile, Voss is hunting every warm thing in Harrowgate, and he seems to know exactly what Rowan is. The question is not whether Rowan can survive the winter. It is what the winter, and the System, truly want from him.

Ten years after the world froze, Rhys Darby is dying at the bottom of a ravine. His wife and her lover put him there. She wears his family ring. She tells him the son he raised was never his. Then he wakes up in a bank, in the last warm summer, ninety-two days before the sky falls. Lexi is pushing a pen into his hand. He tears the contract in half. Rhys has a lottery number he can’t forget, a ring that holds an entire world, and the one thing nobody else has: the exact date everything ends. The Stowes see a rich ex-husband and fight over his millions. They have no idea money has ninety-two days to live. Across the street, Rhys is building a fortress. When the cold comes, there will be one warm house on the block. And the Stowes will be standing on the wrong side of the door.

Bridget Arnold, he was born into a family with his father, passed on his unique skill to make puppets. But unfortunately, he experienced life during the war, leading to death. She has encountered a lot of heartbreaking events. He also had a chance to change his life. With the blood of a powerful ancestor in the family, he was brought back to life again. In exchange for this, he has gold hands and guidance systems. From there, the protagonist opens up an incredible development for the future. The main character is not a fanatic or a fan of the harem surrounding him. But his puppets... who would have guessed? Bridget Arnold likes to be a puppet. He likes to see all the warm and warm emotions in the world. The protagonist changes the world step by step. He has made puppets, and he has developed extensively throughout the five continents. Meet a man who hits a man, meet a demon, fear nothing!

He was once the discarded son of a wealthy family, left to wander the streets cold, starving, and forgotten. Until a kind woman offered him a bowl of vegetables and warm clothes, giving him the will to survive. Now, he returns as a revered God of War, armed with unmatched medical skills and a heart full of resolve. This time, he’s here to repay kindness and deliver retribution to those who once cast him aside.

I died in the snow outside her dorm. She learned my name too late. Then she died beside me Then I woke up seven days before the sky turned gray with every memory of how the world ends. Everyone on this campus wears a rank on their wrist. Gold gets a warm bunker. Gray gets scraps. I have nothing. No tag. No family. No name on any list. That's exactly why no one is watching me. I know what's coming. I know who leaves her behind. I know which doors lock and which ones don't. What I don't know is how to speak to the girl I've loved since before this life began. So I do it quietly. A warm coat left at her door. A shift covered. A meal already made. She reads my silence as coldness. She laughs at another man's jokes. And the people who ruined her the first time? They remember too. They woke up just like me and this time they're coming for her before I can reach her. Seven days. Then the sun goes out. Everyone had a title except me. Maybe that's the only reason I'm still alive.

Since Kyle wanted more information, he was curious as to why Jareth was changing the subject.Consequently, you implied that I can and will use magic.How can you be sure?” "It comes with your title and is in your blood.Despite the fact that it has been suppressed for such a lengthy period of time, it is still present.It is one of the reasons why you must immediately begin training.It will help when you guarantee who you genuinely are.Those who don't know who they are don't like magic. "You talk about it as if it were alive." “It is.Magic is alive and well.Although we can learn to work with it, we will never truly have control over it.We can believe that it is within us and allowed it to direct us.At some point, you will have to say who you really are, and when you do, I imagine you will be a powerful magician. To this, Kyle had no idea what to say.Kyle discovered that he longed for what he had left behind because everything was so strange and new.He thought of many things that would be comforting as they rode on.He envisioned being before the warm fire in Danin and Jane's home.He found that he wanted warm bread and butter that was just made in Jane's kitchen.He recalled Katniss's supple hand and how it felt in his.When she gave him a kiss, he remembered how supple her lips were on his cheek.He nodded off for a split second, felt his eyes close, and almost fell off his horse, he caught himself.

Caelan Voss spent four years behind bars to protect the woman he loved, and when he came back, what he got wasn't a warm embrace but divorce papers. Abandoned by his wife, humiliated by her family, driven out of the hospital where he once thrived, everyone in Velmont was convinced Caelan was finished. What they didn't know, those four years in prison didn't destroy him, but turned him into something far more dangerous than they ever knew. Now Caelan Voss is back, not to apologize or beg for sympathy, but to force everyone who ever stepped on him to kneel at his feet.

In a world where magic is bought with memories, Varek Soren trades the last warm thing he owns, the sound of his dead father's voice but the System hands him a blind, mewling creature everyone calls worthless. The crowd laughs, his fiancée turns away with cold eyes, and Varek believes his life is finally finished and over. He does not yet know that his death has not even started. Varek is not the failure the world sees. He is the last living vessel of Azrath-Kai, a Mythic Void Leech so dangerous the old gods sealed it inside his bloodline centuries ago. His father did not die in some random battle as he was told but he was killed by the lightbringer… Aurelius, the most beloved hero in the realm butchered Aldric Soren to keep the beast from ever waking and the woman Varek loves so much has known the truth all along. On the night after his deepest shame and disgrace, Vespera Ashford comes to him with warm food and gentle words, he still trusts her, he still believes she was forced to break their engagement, so he ate the food without questioning her or her sincerity not knowing that the food was drugged. He wakes strapped to a cold table with Vespera holding the surgical instruments, her new lover holding the lantern, and Aurelius the Lightbringer standing over him with a soft smile as he peels Varek's memories away layer by layer to rip the sealed beast from his living body. Varek dies in absolute agony, betrayed by the woman he gave everything to and butchered by the hero the whole world worships. Then he wakes up on the morning of the Summoning Day, two weeks before his murder, with the Regression Gift burning in his blood.

Julian brought his wife and her family through the bitter freezing winter, protecting them through every brutal storm and extreme disaster. He gave them everything, only to be betrayed and left to die alone in the snow by the very people he saved. But when he opens his eyes again, he is breathing and whole, standing right back in his warm apartment exactly sixty days before the apocalypse begins. This time, Julian refuses to be anyone's shield or sacrifice. He cuts all ties with his parasitic wife and her greedy relatives, locking his doors, hoarding essential supplies, and preparing to face the coming end of the world completely on his own terms.

Samantha stood before Michael, her tear-filled eyes pleading for his forgiveness desperately. "Michael, please, I beg you to forgive me," she cried out, her voice trembling. However, instead of the warm embrace or reassurance, Michael's face twisted with anger and malice, his voice dripping with venom. "No, Samantha," he retorted sharply. "The time for apologies is long gone. Now, it's time for revenge. You will pay for what you did." *** Michael Ventura, mistreated, insulted, and despised by all, now possesses special abilities and intends to use them effectively. He will stop at nothing to bring everyone who looked down on him to their knees before him and exact revenge upon them.