Anna Frozen Novels & Stories

Brandon asks her with concern and the nickname he gave her burns the possessive lover inside me. "Don't call her that." I hiss in his ear and as I predicted, a smirk spread on his lips. "I am hundred percent sure, Brand. He has cost me many priceless fortunes that can never be compensated. So, I want to watch him die in the pool of his own sins." Replies Anna. "Very well, then let's go and get done with this last job so we can finally have some time for ourselves." He says taking his own gun though we're going to our warehouse where we have a collection of in our armory yet we can't go in public without safety measures.

~~~~~ -ANNA- Grocery shopping with Jynx is far more entertaining than I expected. She of course, has her own cart full of enough alcohol to fill a bar at a nightclub, while I grabbed odds and ends, household necessities, stuff to make meals and of course, loads of snacks...fruits, veggies, and lots of processed junk that will no doubt go straight to my butt, but whatevs.

He raised an angry eyebrow, and Anna's heart skipped a beat. "Holy shit! I had no idea, I'm so sorry!" She jumped up and snatched up the blanket. Angus doubled over with laughter. "Och, Anna," he gasped when he caught his breath. "Yer a pip, you are!" "Haha, very funny," she muttered, spreading out the blanket again. "I'm just messing wi' ye," Angus cooed as he sank onto the blanket and leaned back on one elbow. Onto a pair of plastic plates, Anna served up cold fried chicken and her mother's secret-recipe potato salad along with fresh-cut watermelon, honeydew, and strawberries. She poured tea from a small jug into two plastic cups.

“I eat banana pancake! Abuela make it! With snow sugar like Frozen movie!” Zane leaned in. “How many did you eat, buddy?” Ash lifted four fingers. “Four and a half!” My jaw dropped. “Where’s the half?” He pointed beside him, and the camera panned to a little girl in a yellow dress, twin pigtails, and a grin too big for her face. “I’m Zoe!” she announced, then, without warning she stood up and did a perfect split on the chair. I blinked. “Wow. You’re… flexible, Zoe.”

“Are you still attending the Ambrose benefit next Friday?” That’s her code for: Will you be presentable enough to sit quietly and make us look good in photos? “I’m not sure,” I say, carefully neutral. She hums. Not annoyed. Not surprised. Just… indifferent. “If you’re not feeling up to it, don’t worry. Anastasia should be back by then.” Right. Of course. The golden girl. The real daughter. The one who actually fits here. Julian doesn’t even look up. “Oh yeah, Anya texted. Said she booked her flight yesterday.”

Her response seemed to have surprised Aurora, as she widened her eyes in shock. Frozen after being stunned, I helped by gesturing to the kitchen staff to enter. As the door gradually opened. Aurora snapped back to reality, and picked up a shower coat to cover herself. Anna, the kitchen staff member, rolled in with a tray with her eyes staring at it, averting our gaze. The rolling tray was covered properly with a sparkling-clean white cloth. She moved to where the sofas were arranged and stood awaiting further orders. “That will be all, you can leave now,” I said with a loud voice. Anna tilted her head gently, as a sign of respect and walked away. She wore long white sleeves, with long black

My heart ached. Even after my death, Kenneth still didn’t trust me. Someone had leaked the tragic state of my corpse in the hospital online, causing an uproar. The entire pack was in shock. Everyone whispered among themselves. Their most revered Alpha, Kenneth, had frozen his own Luna to death. In fact, it wasn't just in any season, but it was in the middle of the scorching summer. Everyone knew that the freezer had been faulty long ago. But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death?

They were hesitant, confused by the fact that the woman who had been bleeding out a moment ago was now standing and insulting their fashion sense. "Look, guys," Anna said, holding up her hands. "Can we take a raincheck? I need coffee. Like, a lot of coffee. Maybe a strong narcotic, a long nap, and... I don't know, a nice poop? I just woke up from 2025 and I have ten years of hormones running through me like a freight train. I feel pre pubescent with all the rage to boot. You really don't want to do this tonight." The lead creature, a hulking thing with a jaw that opened too wide, let out a clicking hiss and snapped forward, its fingers lengthening into obsidian talons.

Myra stepped closer, tone firm: “Rowan, this is her only chance. If the fever holds, her body will crash. If we cool her, she might pull through. But we have to act now.” Breathe. Fuck, Rowan, breathe. I knew she was right. I knew there was no other way. And yet… the thought of the girl shivering in my arms, suffering, in pain—because of something I let happen—triggered something ancient and furious inside me. “Fine,” I said at last. “Prepare the tub.” Myra nodded and sprinted back inside. I followed her. ⸻ The large wooden tub was in the back room of the cabin—carved deep, used only for warm baths. Never cold ones. But now Myra and two wolves were hauling in buckets of snow and ice water, b

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*