An Ice Queen For Sale Novels & Stories

People she had treated with kindness for two years were now looking at her like she was a piece of trash being taken to the curb. The guards led her out to the driveway, but they didn't take her to the gate. A black sedan with tinted windows was waiting. It didn't have the Highwood pack crest on it. "Where are you taking me?" Lana asked, fear rising in her throat. "This isn't the way to the village." "The Alpha made a deal," one of the guards said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Your family couldn't pay back the debts they owed to the northern territories. Since you're no longer a Luna, you're just an asset. You've been sold to settle the account."

Take it back, I don’t need it. He didn’t accept it, instead he leaned in another inch, dropping his voice low, whispering so only me could hear. “It’s an apology gift, Ice Queen, not a charity. There’s a difference. “My name is Adina, not Ice Queen. And I don’t accept gifts from people I don’t like.” I said, my voice steady. “I’m not asking you to like me he replied”, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m asking you to accept a piece offering. Consider it a way to right a wrong”.

"The ice queen is here." When Hayden heard this, he smiled. He had heard she got this name because she was ruthless in business and refused every man that approached her. He hadn't expected her to be so young and beautiful in person. The pictures in the newspapers didn't do her justice. Hayden almost dropped his drink as she made her way to the bar.

A predatory smile spread across her face as I entered. "Tasha. The 'Ice Queen' herself," she purred, her voice smooth as silk. "Have you come to beg me to withdraw the deposition? It’s too late." The Feds have everything. Jaden is finished, and you’re just collateral damage in a love story gone wrong ten years ago."

Grandfather scowled, and I frowned. This time, Chloe did not hesitate to bring out her phone. “Grandpa, please calm down. This is Miss Elena; she's known as the famous Ice Queen of Italy and has actually accomplished a lot for a woman. But her means are not known yet.” Hearing the last part of Chloe's statement, I glanced at her meaningfully. Was she trying to say that Elena got to her position now because she had been selling her face and body? Chloe was already crossing her boundary, and it was time I got rid of her. This marriage can never take place, not while I'm alive.

“A lot of people know about me.” “Not just the headlines. Not just ‘youngest millionaire.’” He leaned in. “I know the Volkov side, the cold hearted wolf. And I know you’re serious about this dessert. The current Swan Queen is one of my top sellers. If you want her exclusively, we’re talking a large sum.”

The promise of a future, messy, terrifying, possibly violent, cracked the ice around my ribs. “Will you at least tell me who this hunter is?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I failed. My voice wavered. He laughed, low and pleased, like a man who had just won a private duel. "Who else could it be but my beautiful Ice Queen. Mine." He took me in his arms then, leaned down, capturing my mouth in a kiss. Soft at first, then deeper. Hungry. Dangerous. My body responded with want and need. My ice thawed.

"Ten million dollars." Gasps ripple through the crowd. Because ten million isn't just a bid. It's a statement. It's Seraphina Corvinus saying she can outspend anyone in this room. That she wants something and will pay whatever it takes to get it. That she always wins. The auctioneer clears his throat. Tries to regain his professional composure. "Ten million dollars. Do I hear ten point five?" Silence. Nobody dares bid against her. Nobody wants to challenge the Ice Queen when she's made her intentions clear.

I shouldn’t be here, but I’m here anyway. I shut the heavy iron doors that lead into the sanctum behind me, the sound echoing through the underground stone entryway like a final, absolute sentence. I don't flinch. I can't. Ivy, the Ice Queen of the city’s most elite circles, the woman whose name is associated with untouchable elegance, is supposed to be at a charity gala tonight. I am supposed to be sipping vintage champagne and nodding at senators.

Her mask, which had been precariously perched on her face, slipped off and fell to the floor. A seasoned journalist named Alex, had been covering the Manchester family's social circle for years. He had seen countless photos of Liliana Anderson, the elusive "Ice Queen," but never thought he'd cross paths with her in person. Yet, as he scanned the room, his eyes landed on a familiar face - or rather, a familiar profile. The sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and the distinctive nose were all unmistakable.