Antfrost And Redvelvet Novels & Stories

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

I gasped against his mouth as he found a particularly sensitive spot, my body arching more of myself against him. When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against Frost’s. The sky was still burning with color as we breathed heavily against each other. “I don’t want to forget this,” he whispered. I smiled softly, pressing one last kiss to his lips. “You won’t.” The fireworks kept blooming overhead, softer now. Frost’s hands hadn’t let go of me—one curled into the fabric at my waist and the other pressed flat against my chest, right over my heart. Keenly listening to my heart beat.

I was so desperate to find the bond my parents had—that absolute, soul-deep partnership—that I’d ignored the fact that Brandon didn't even have a soul to share. Moon Mother, they must think I’m pathetic. "You know what you need, Cass?" Vanessa Parker slurred, throwing an arm over my shoulder. She smelled like cheap tequila and determination. "A revenge mate. You need to find someone who makes that bastard choke on his own tongue." "Yes!" Camila yelled, slamming a glass of orange juice on the counter. "Hit him in the ego, Cass. Make him bleed." "Yeah," Laura cheered. "We find you someone lethal. Someone with a scent that makes Cole look like a pup. Someone sexy and dangerous and... did I ment

“Set upon the Red Empire is the unstoppable destiny of the two demigods … two children … two hearts.” The Emperor stormed his eyebrows as he tried to understand what it meant. He was only waiting for a name … the name of someone he feared … the person from his dreams every night who repeatedly took all away from him his power … his empire … and his life. “The forbidden love between the Sun God and the Ice Goddess continues … the Son of the Fire is gold, and the Daughter of the Frost is born … On the coming of the Red Dawn, ice will unite with fire … Frost will symphonize with Flame … And a new empire shall rise.”

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

Year 1863 Thea took off her mask. Her breath was short. She looked at Kay who was smiling triumphantly. "Are you that happy to win over me?" Thea put down her foil, annoyed. When she finished learning in the etiquette class, Kay immediately took her to play fencing. "Yes, that is so." Kay did the same. "I thought you were still stressed about the matchmaking." This time they both took off their jackets at the same time. Thea took a drink then sat by the window first. The jacket shirt earlier made her sweat so much. Thea pushed open the window door slightly. The summer twilight winds squeezed in against her face.

“Forget it. It's a done deal. Your wedding invites are ready.” “Wedding invites?” Collins flapped his arms in frustration, huffing. Why couldn't his father just listen to him this once. Why couldnt he just…or wait…He should tell his father about Margaret. Telling him the true color of Margaret and revealing who Margaret really was would make him change his mind. But how could he when something he had done and kept secret was on the line. “Unless you want to never come close to my company, you have to follow my decision. Call her back and let's have dinner.”

I wanted my mate, my body craved my mate. I thought about Valerie, but this time, my thoughts were pure, not for revenge, as a reason to hate Vampires. That moment I could give anything to hold her in my arms again. To hear her laughter, unrestrained, free, and yet somehow challenging, daring you to throw your cares aside and just live in the moment. She had lived in her moment, but then she had not had plenty of moments.