Bubble Frost Crave Novels & Stories

The sun was high overhead and burning hot as usual when Kiersey arrived at the airport. Exhausted, she paid her silent taxi driver and immediately started searching for the nearest refreshment. She was lucky to find get a chilled bottle of fruit milk drink at the nearest duty free. Recently, her proclivities went towards chilled, brain freezing drinks. Kiersey wasn't sure if that was good for the baby, but she just couldn't help the craving. Sometimes she craved for chilled stuff so bad it felt like she'd break down if one didn't gush down her throat soon enough.

This was the first time she requested something from me. "Say it," I encouraged her to continue. "I want to eat chocolate cupcake and ice-cream." She looks at me with puppy eyes, the same way when she asked me to make her the hot chocolate earlier. "You are having your period pain. You can't have anything cool right now." That was one of the reminders from the pharmacist. "But I'm craving for it now," she whined like a child. "Look at the time, Cupcake. It's almost three in the morning. Who eats ice-cream early in the morning like this?" I showed her the time.

His thigh brushed lightly against mine, sending a spark straight up my leg. “So, how are you doing Ella? His voice was low, almost a growl near my ear. The deep timbre of it made my nipples tighten instantly against the thin fabric of my tank top. I shifted a little, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “I’m not good, the network is so frustrating, the main reason I’m outside of my room at this hour.” I sighed, refreshing the d******d bar again. “Want to try my hotspot? He offered, already pulling out his phone.

Like a predator who just found her favorite kind of prey. The General actually took a step back. Gabriel's expression shifted too, wary, but calm. Like he knew what was coming. Victoria's eyes landed on the General. Her neck tilted to one side with a satisfying crack. "You jacked up on that knockoff moon juice?" she said, grinning wider. "Perfect. Means I don't have to hold back." Victoria licked her bottom lip, smearing blood across it with the back of her organic hand. "Darling," she said sweetly.

I looked out the window as a sign that I didn't want to continue the conversation anymore and thankfully, he understood and turned on the car, driving out of the compound. We drove for a while before he stopped the car. I snapped out of the daze I was in and looked around. This wasn't my home. “Vance…” I called his name slowly and he looked at me and smiled. “What are your thoughts on ice cream?” My yes lit up and he chuckled. “I'll take that as you would like some. Flavours?” “Blueberry and chocolate.” I breathed out and he scrunched up his face in irritation. “You're… you're really weird.”

Out of nowhere, the backlash struck mercilessly. The flowers Chloe had forced into bloom withered overnight, crumbling into ash. The beauty sustained by my essence began to fracture, too. Her skin grew dry, and her hair fell out in clumps. Night after night, she was plagued by nightmares. She dreamed of a cold, golden moon hanging overhead, silently judging her. "Ethan… I feel awful," she whimpered, trembling uncontrollably in his arms. "It feels like something inside me is rejecting me. I'm so scared."

“If refusing to take advantage of my wife makes me boring, then I’ll live with that.” I groaned dramatically, rolling onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as the room spun lazily. “You’re impossible.” “And you,” he said, tugging the covers over me, “are in no condition to argue.” I kicked the blanket off with a giggle, still restless, my body burning with leftover heat from the wine. “I don’t need a blanket. I need you.” He pressed the blanket back down. “What you need is a clear head and a warm bath.”

The bartender, a black young man in his late twenties looked up, startled for a second, not because she was familiar, but because she looked like a vision carved from heartbreak and poise. “What can I get you, Ma'am?” he asked. She smiled faintly. “Something strong.” He nodded, reached for a bottle of amber liquor, and poured. “Whiskey neat?” She didn’t blink. “Make it double.” The first sip burned her throat. The second warmed her chest. By the third, she felt the room blur softly around the edges, the noise, the light, the music, all of it blending into a quiet hum that numbed the ache inside her.

Then I moved. Our eyes met the exact moment she turned with her cup in hand. She froze. The cup slipped from her fingers and hit the floor, hot coffee splashing across her shoes. She didn’t even flinch. Her hazel eyes widened in pure shock, then horror, and recognition mixed with fear. And underneath it all… the mate bond flared bright between us. I saw her breath hitch. Saw her wolf rise behind her eyes even as she tried to shove it down. “You,” she whispered, voice cracking. “What the hell are you doing here?”

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"