Dawn Frost Nude Novels & Stories

The entire trip to Dark Moon territory, Adam had forced Deven to sleep on the hard floor. Annabelle scooted into the bed beside me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze under the blanket. We laid there, hands clasped, eyes closed, while we waited for the boys to fall asleep. Adam wouldn’t have allowed Annabelle to take me to the Luna had he been awake. The only option would have been using an Alpha command, which I hated doing to my siblings. His snores were our signal to slip from the room.

Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead. “No!” he shouted as he fell to his knees. The woman’s lime green eyes cracked open and the thin layer of ice around her face cracked, but then froze again. He exhaled in relief and reached out to wipe away the tiny crystals already accruing on her lashes. “God, you’re cold,” he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks.

I wanted to help Selina since she was covered in flour, but I couldn’t find the strength to go up to her. I watched her laugh at something the man beside her said, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a calm presence that contrasted with the warmth radiating from Selina. A gentle warmth in his eyes made something stir within me. Sebastian Frost. The architect. I knew who he was. The town’s golden boy. The guy who looked like he had it all together. Snowfall Valley is so small that it's easy to recognize people, especially if they’re new to the town.

The searing pain of the flames made thinking impossible. My hand was glued to the doorknob, pounding on the door, pleading with Silvia Brooks. "Silvia, please, stop. It hurts so much! Open the door, I'm begging you." Silvia's icy voice cut through the chaos, ringing in my ears. "Oh, Joanna–so high and mighty, so impressive, huh? You cost me my shot at being a lady of leisure. Now, while someone else is living the high life, you just want to drag me down with you, to waste away! You deserve what's coming to you!"

The music continued to rumble in madness, everyone seemed to be high on drugs, they moved slowly like zombies and didn't care about anyone. “A…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” There was a scream of terror, and then another. People around are starting to pay attention to the girl with a naked body sitting on the ground, her mouth constantly screaming. Perhaps what they noticed was not the person lying on the sofa, but the girl. The girl was not wearing any clothes, her mouth was still covered with a yellow stain, and her face was full of fear as she looked at her frozen boyfriend. "He's dead..."

Kate Inside the house had gone quiet again for a place where death had just been announced. Dawn sat on the couch with her knees crossed, a silk robe tied loosely around her waist, pretending to be fragile. Her fingers trembled, but I wasn’t fooled. The tremble was too controlled and too convenient. Her eyes stayed dry. Dawn paced across the living room like someone who had just been released from a cage, humming under her breath, shoulders loose in a way that made my stomach twist.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

“I’m freaking confused about this whole thing. It’s like someone’s out there playing puppet master with my damn love life. First Edward’s drama, now this anonymous message telling me to stay away from Zavala. Like, what the actual fuck?” Dawn just sighs. She’s stretched out across my hotel bed in her hoodie, one leg hanging off the side, a protein bar half-eaten in her hand and her laptop open. A sleek, military-grade looking black device hums beside her. Some hacker gadgets I do not even want to ask about. Probably illegal. Probably expensive. Definitely sexy.

Frost was already beginning to form again on the walls around them. Eventually, he shifted his weight, rolling onto his side and taking her with him, keeping her nestled against the solid warmth of his body. He nuzzled her hair, his breathing deep and even. Outside, through a fissure in the cave wall, the first light of dawn was tinting the sky a pale grey. “The sun comes,” he murmured, his voice thick with drowsiness and satiation. “The ice will call me back soon.” Autumn turned in his arms, looking up at his face. The feral light in his eyes was softening, replaced by a deep, profound tenderness. “For how long?”

She rested her hand gently on my back, and her voice was soft. “Does it still hurt?” It was such a simple question, yet it undid me completely. I had endured every humiliation and every wound without shedding a tear since my rebirth. With just that simple comfort, I broke down completely, burying my face in her arms as sobs wracked my body. I cried and cried until exhaustion finally pulled me into sleep. When I woke, sunlight was spilling through the window. Jasmine was sitting by the bed, clumsily peeling an apple. I could not help but laugh.