An Ice Queen For Sale Novels & Stories

He wasn’t used to rejection that wasn’t fueled by fear or strategy. This one had been… clean. And somehow, that made him want her more. He hated that. On the ice, he could dominate. He could control outcomes, crush opponents, bend narratives to his will. But Sheila Feint? She was untouched territory. And for the first time in a long time, the Ice King was losing control of the game.

Home is the thing he didn't know he was looking for until he found it, and once he found it, he recognized it immediately, because it was the thing he had been missing since Dom died, since before Dom died, since he was a child learning that the safest way to live was to want nothing too much. --- The Ice King. The headline that had been used five years ago, the profile piece in the business section of the Times, the photograph that had captured him in the penthouse, standing by the window, looking out at the city with an expression that the journalist had described as "inscrutable" and that his mother had called "that look you get when you're trying not to feel anything." The Ice King. The

I see a figure float down before they stand before me. I bow my head almost instantly as I realise that I am in the presence of the Moon Goddess herself. "Rise my child." She says, her voice silky smooth. I do so immediately and I am entranced by her flawless beauty. Her stark white hair is in big curls and her gown is gorgeous. I can't even discribe it other then the fact that it closely resembles Elsa from Frozen's gown. This is unbelievable. "Believe it, darling." She says smiling at me. "You are here because you are to be the Queen of the Shifters. You are willing though you have doubts. Why is that?" She asks and I know she already knows the answer.

Like my pussy was his. “There there,” he whispered against my mouth. “Ale will make it better now,” he continued as he rubbed my clit in slow, tight circles. “Fuck, you’re so wet, bambina.” His strokes were faster and harder now, and so were my moans. If my apartment walls weren’t thick, I swear the neighbours would call the cops on us. “Ale, please.” I can’t believe I was begging. I, Ophelia Wren, the Ice Queen billionaire, was begging a man to cum. How pathetic could I be?

As Jingfei had roamed her gaze around, she noticed that most of the people who were around are sitting on their picnic blankets and kids were running around. “Would you like to buy some ice cream Mademoiselle?” Jingfei was startled for a second. She turned around and saw a man twice her size smiling at her. “Would you like some Ice Cream Mademoiselle?” The man asked again. Jingfei glanced at the board hang at the side of the stall. Without having any second thought, Jingfei immediately spoke her order of her chosen flavours. “Once large cup of strawberry and mango ice cream please. Thank you.”

I sat up beside him, watching our beautiful family with a full heart. The fake contract was completely destroyed, scattered like ash in our past. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Ice King, I was no longer a victim running from danger. I was the true, undisputed queen of his heart, his family, and his global empire, and our real life together was just beginning. The next morning, I stood tall in the high-ceilinged boardroom of Blackwood Tower, and it was completely silent as I took my seat at the head of the massive mahogany table.

Then, she headed to the glasshouse where she drew the magic circle. "I should find another book to activate the spell. Who knows he'd kill me once 'Shaun' died inside him. I should prolong the spell until I find a way to go back to my world. The queen left and locked the glasshouse. She went back to the main palace and called for Athena. "Do you know another place that sells rare items?" The maid placed her hand and stared at the chandelier, trying to find the answer to the queen's query. "I'm not sure, madam. I heard that mercenaries sell rare items at the port of Shizen."

Friend or lover. And so, the ice queen was born.

PLEASE RUN, RUM! “Listen here, young woman—.” The Ice Queen pushed back at me—. I leaned in and hissed into her ear, “If you shift here, the Goddess will be terribly upset with you. There are rules, you know.” Her eyes flew open in a new shock—shock that I knew about the Goddess and her true identity—and then they rolled around furiously to search my face for evidence of me lying. The housekeeper had also grown very still, wearing a helpless look.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.