Amare Frost Age Novels & Stories

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

Chloe did her very best to lighten the atmosphere. “Why are we doing the most unnecessary things now?” Tasha grumbled. “I'm Chloe Mayfield and I'm twenty years old . I enjoy making new friends, nice to meet you both,” she beamed as she introduced herself. “I'm Joanne and I'm twenty-three years old,” I went along with it. I chose not to mention my surname so I wouldn't be recognized. I didn't want people knowing my true identity. “And I'm Amara and I'm also twenty-three. I forgot to mention that I and Joanne are best friends,” she added as if marking her territory.

She looked over the counter at the blushing artisan, her expression fierce and absolutely uncompromising. "Girl, I say forty isn't enough," Reagan declared, admiring the way the jade caught the sunlight on her wrist. "With the amount of time and skill you put into this? You're underselling yourself. Take the forty, Emerald. Consider it an official Frost pack endorsement."

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her eyes flick away from me and back. “Five? H-How old are you, Amari?” She smiles, “Well, next month I will be a hundred and sixty-two.” I feel my mouth drop. She doesn’t look like she could be older than thirty. A thought occurs to me, “Amari, i-if you’re almost a hundred and sixty-two...how short are my lifetimes? That’s an average of a little over thirty years per life.” “It’s a conversation for another time, Iok- Kas,” she pauses for a moment, “I know time is of the essence, but actually, I think having this conversation now may actually help you heal your friend.”

"But I won't betray my best friend. No matter what you do to me." I chuckle. "Can you tell me how old Amira actually is?" She looks at me confused. "She's thirty." "There's no record of her birth." Her brows furrow. "There has to be. Everyone has a birth record." I pick up the folder, holding it out to her. "Look for yourself. "

He let out a deep sigh and said, “ I can’t believe what that b**** tried to pull off, that too right in front of my eyes. How would I forgive myself if something had happened to you.” I buried my head in his chest and said, “I am okay… nothing happened to me but…” A sob escaped my throat as grief washed over me. “Are you crying for that ungrateful lady?” He questioned, using his finger to lift my chin. I pursed my lips and shook my head as a fresh stream of tears rolled down my cheeks. “Then?” “Amora…” I whispered and buried my head in his chest again. It was so unfair. Amora didn’t even get to see the world and I had a role in it.

Finn chimed in awkwardly, "Ambrose, this is my girlfriend, Josie …" Ambrose smiled ironically as he said, "Oh? You have quite a unique taste." Out of respect for Finn as a brother-in-law, Ambrose decided not to argue with him for now. However, he had no intention of letting Josie off the hook. He became interested and asked her, "May I ask how old you are?" Josie dismissed the issue of being called "aunt" and answered with a shy smile, "I'm 22 this year." She purposely stated a younger age. She was actually 25.

Not for long, anyway. When Frost emerges, he leaves the water running and points to Malix. I watch silently as Frost helps himself to a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt in the closet, then he refills his mug and joins me on the bed. He drapes his long body over the foot of the mattress and stares blankly at the wall, cradling his mug between both hands. We fall into the same silence, both of us stealing glances at Amora every few moments, as if she’s going to disappear.

What kind of wretched luck did this illegitimate daughter have? Leonard’s jaw tightened. Damien didn’t raise his voice or change his tone exactly but his words had caused a shift in the air. But he couldn't do anything, whether a snide remark or another defense because the person standing in front of him was Damien Frost. Not their equal, not someone to outtalk or dismiss. He was way way way above them and everyone in the room knew it. Damien was already the President of the Frost Corporation at a young age even though he was about 5 years older than them, none of them could dream or imagine becoming the president and heading their parents' companies in ten years.