After The New Year's Eve Tragedy: Her Icy Return Novels & Stories

He abruptly snapped, "Do you not believe me? Are you still mad at me? Viv… I'm focusing on our family now. What more do you want from me?" I looked out the window and, without sparing him a glance, responded, "I believe you. I thought I was fine, so I didn't bother you. Let's head back." My reply was as perfunctory as an automated response, prompting Nathan to slam his fist onto the steering wheel. The shrill blare of the horn shattered the silence, startling the performers who had just finished their show across the street. One of the women lifted her head and looked over. In the freezing night, she wore only a thin performance costume, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, the tip of he

In her place was a woman forged in ice and fury, staring down the ruin of her world, and seeing not just an ending, but the stern necessity of a beginning. You wanted a war, Ethan? The thought took shape, icy and sharp as a blade. You just woke up the wrong sleeping dragon. And this dragon now breathes ice. I got my purse. My hand didn't tremble. The path ahead of me was dark with hurt and uncertainty, but it was my path. I walked out of the guest bedroom, out of the home that was no longer home, leaving behind the smell of betrayal and the memory of his cold, hateful gaze.

The "Winter Fortress" was now a "De-materialized" memory. As Ethan Hawke led Aria and Thomas out of the Blackwood Lodge, the "Total Sector Whiteout" greeted them with a "Kinetic" wall of ice and "Acoustic Noise." The temperature had undergone a "System-Collapse," dropping to a level where "Analog" breath froze before it could escape the lungs.

Jane had no choice but to call Leo and alert him of the visitor. Coming out of the elevator, she strutted towards Frost's office, excitement building up in her at the thought of seeing him again after so long. She could see herself with his arms wrapped around her as she lifted her head to receive a kiss from him. A wide smile spread across her face. Leo came out of his office in a rush to warn Frost only to come face to face with the one person he never wished to see again in his entire life. "Miss Bernice Skylar, what brings you here?" Bernice looked at Leo like she had seen a very disgusting sight and didn't bother to answer him. Vinca, seated at her cubicle wondered who this beautiful la

It is winter this time. Thick frost is spreading around, ice-cold wind is piercing through my skin, I shiver as my body is fighting to adjust to the chilly temperature. Her demeanor is mirroring the weather outside and it’s clear that whatever memory she might have discovered, triggered this. Conflicting emotions are whirling in the atmosphere, the chaos translating in extreme weather conditions. There must be some way to stop this, I refuse to freeze to death. “What did you remember?” I reluctantly ask. “How I was betrayed by the one I loved!” She spats, her voice dripping with venom, making me go into panic mode.

I'm still mad at him though I should have moved on from the betrayal. “I'm sorry Darlene. It's all in the past. Besides, you're now happy with Jeff. Let it go please!” He begs me. I look into his eyes and see grieve, sadness, sorrow, remorse and loss. That instantly touches my heart. “It's okay Frank. You're forgiven.” And I walk away towards Jeff before Frank can say anything. *** After the burial, we hold a small family gathering and Jeff insists I should be present. I'm not aware that I'm already part of the family since his dad's attitude towards me hadn't changed. I had to avoid him all through the burial to avoid clashes.

I have sat in this very same spot and done the very same thing. Like they say… Deja fucking Vu. I cannot go through this again! I cannot lose another person that I dearly love. The fact is, the bad memories are coming back and they are haunting like there is no shit tomorrow. It was a cold rainy Christmas night; the King Family returned home after an eventful evening full of laughter and smiles at their dear family friends, the Johnsons. It was relatively late, and my father did not feel confident to take the long way home, so I offered to drive instead. Now driving in the rain is not something that makes me feel at ease. Yet that is not an excuse for what happened only but five minutes afte

he suddenly felt the words catching in his throat, as though he was afraid to speak them, “in just one day, I managed to lose every life we trained, all because I was careless. If anyone deserved to go over that cliff, it was me.” There was a cold silence between the two of them. It was a silence that coursed all throughout Alex’s body like the tremendous force of the wind, especially given everything they had been put through. It was at this point that Rowan lifted her head and turned to look at him. It had only been two days since they had been separated by the avalanche, but as Alex looked back at her, he shuddered as he hardly recognized her at first. The braids in her hair had been undo

he chokes out. Shooting her gun, the guy closes his eyes tightly. He slowly opens his eyes, trying to look back with wide eyes. It is said that if you are not faced with death, you won’t know how desperate you want to live. “You see, that is a blank bullet, but I can’t assure you that the next one will be blank” she tells him. “It is at the warehouse at the fourth avenue” he immediately tells her, with panic. “Good boy” she compliments him, knocking him out could with the butt of her gun.

She looked at the lucky charcoal blazer, then slowly pulled the pins from her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders. "You're so beautiful that even a stone statue would fall flat for you," Erica's voice echoed in her head. "Beautiful?" Selena whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. She leaned closer to the mirror, examining her features as if she were seeing them for the first time. Her eyes, large and expressive, seemed to hold a world of hidden dreams. Her skin was pale and smooth, glowing under the soft Italian moonlight. She traced the line of her jaw with her fingertips. She thought about the "Ice King" Erica had described. A man who lived in glass towers, who owned half o