Novel & Cerita Caitlin Snow Killer Frost

In my past life, I had believed she died of grief, never suspecting such a vicious scheme. In my mind, Richard's gentle facade twisted into something monstrous. I took a deep breath and tucked the report away. "I'm taking over all the businesses starting today. Also, dig into Liam and Neal Ramos. I want every detail of their lives." Kirk nodded. "Consider it done." I gazed at the snow-capped mountains outside, vowing to make them pay. ... At the Winters Mansion, Neal stood outside the study, hearing Richard's furious shouts. His cane struck the floor sharply. "Useless! Can't even keep track of one girl? If Eira is dead, what about her mother's assets?"

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.

“But to ripen you. She needed you to feel the rejection. She needed you to feel the hunger. Because the Absolute Frost doesn't respond to a happy heart. it responds to a hollow one. Every tear you cried in the mud was a drop of fuel for the fire you’re wearing now.” I looked at the mirror, at my mother’s face as she smiled at the Northern King. The "Fraud" I had fought so hard to kill screamed in the back of my mind. Was my entire life a script written by the woman I had just nearly died to save? “She is in your infirmary right now, isn't she?” Killian asked, his voice dripping with false sympathy. “Waiting for the 'anchor' to settle. Waiting for the moment you’re powerful enough to finish w

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

Chapter 4 The Woman in White Elena's POV “Smile, Elena, the press is to your left.” “I am smiling,” I murmured, forcing a smile without looking at Damon. “Not like you’re walking into a funeral.” “Maybe I am actually doing that.” His jaw was already hardened slightly at that, but he didn’t respond. Typical of him. Three days ago, I had made the greatest discovery of my life, that the snow was a lie. Two nights ago, I still lay beside him, my emotions all over the place, while he slept like a man without guilt. Yesterday, he acted so smoothly, like nothing had happened between us.

He is now just a prisoner of the war in the shadow world whose worth is even cheaper than dog waste. "Kill... me..." begged the ice Alpha. Chloe laughed. Not the sadistic laugh of a murderer, but the sweet laugh of a philanthropist who was visiting the zoo. "Kill you? No, Kaelen Frost. My death is too luxurious for your shallow suffering. Death is a form of compassion because you no longer feel anything." Chloe put her glass down. "I heard that Frostbite has a tradition of eternal ice crystal slave mines in the deepest trenches of the remaining polar ice, where your rebel wolves are punished to dig for raw silver until they are blind and their lungs die. Is that correct?"

On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith." "Huh?" I stared at Yara, puzzled. Blushing deeper, she nibbled on her lip and spilled the beans, saying, "I'm scared my dad will catch on to Keith and me. If you're there, you can help distract him..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I haven't had a chance to be close with Keith in forever... You need to help me!" I could not say no to Yara, so I agreed, albeit with a bit of trepidation.

She was extremely happy to know she was his first. Her heart was feeling serene. “That rascal and your fucking classmate, Kellan, had spiked your drink that night because you had rejected his some kind of proposal in your college, so he was there to take his fucking filthy revenge on you. I heard him talking to his friend regarding this, and before I could have even warned or stopped you, you were already done drinking that fucking drink,” he lashed out at her. Frozen, Cyra listened to his every word. “And I hope I didn't need to explain to you what that motherfucker wants to do with you after drugging you, and that was why I killed him that night. I do not regret it,” he spat at her, furiou

His heart clenched as he sensed Taylor’s desperation, confirming his mate was inside. "Get to the barn and get them out," Frost ordered through the telepathic bond to Brian and Hugo. "I’ll hold off the others. I want to kill Ian with my own claws. I caught that bastard’s scent here, and he’s not getting away." Though Frost desperately wanted to rush into the burning barn to save Taylor, he knew his speed and the fury coursing through him made him the best choice to end the fight quickly. He spotted Ian trying to slip into the forest and gave chase, leaving behind a trail of fallen wolves and Lycans—some with mangled, lifeless bodies, others gravely wounded and unable to fight on.

Brynn Hollis' POV Three days after Cinder returned with the Heart of Winter, the Frostfang came. Not with fire—with silence. A delegation of three wolves, their fur white as snow, their eyes pale as ice. They walked through the gates of Silver Creek like they owned the place, uninvited, unafraid. "I am Kael," the leader said. Not the same Kael from earlier—a different wolf, older, colder. "I speak for the Frostfang. You have something that belongs to us."