Deshae Frost Age Novels & Stories

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.

"Hello, niece. Daddy wanted me to check in. He's excited to meet you properly. Much less messy than last time. —D" Darius Sterling—supposedly dead for twenty years—was alive. Directly involved in the massacre that destroyed her family. Ash went rigid. Through the bond, Raven felt his despair. Not terror. Something deeper—the realization that what he'd been protecting against for seven years was far worse than anticipated. "We need to move," Kade said. "He'll know her location. He'll use the dormant bond against her." Ash stood, moving toward the door with controlled violence. "Pack essentials. We're leaving in fifteen minutes."

She turns, holding it up with a grin. “It’s here. Just like you ordered.” I exhale slowly, my gaze locked on the box as she carefully lifts the lid. The cake is simple—vanilla with buttercream frosting—but the words on top make my throat tighten. Baby Frost Coming Soon. Damn. Seeing it written out like that makes everything feel even more real. Celine elbows me. “You’re staring at it like it’s the Mona Lisa.” I grunt. “It might as well be.” She smirks. “Alright. Let’s go surprise your girl.”

She is known as a playgirl and rumours say that she can sleep with anyone just to accomplish his task. FROST ALEXENDER Name: Frost Surname: Alexender Age: 27 Species: Vampire Height: 6'2 Speciality: Able to see in future Relationship Status: Unknown Character: Calm, polite, quiet, strong, brave, charming, loyal, resourceful, kind.

Frost shrugged and stepped closer to my closet. "They were born wolves and therefore have the ability to control their shift," she said opening my walk in closet, her eyes widening dramatically. "What are you doing," Kat suddenly appeared in the doorway. Frost's head snapped to her. "Frost meet my cousin slash stylist when she feels like it, Kat," I introduced, watching Kat glare at Frost. "P.S, this party is a bad idea," I said. "Party!" 1 hour, had passed and the girls still couldn't decide on an outfit....for me.

Did this man not know how many outstanding women in the world were infatuated with him? Apart from admiring Dr. Jasmine every day, and Maddy's deliberate scheming to have his child, Even the granddaughter of a former U.S. president, it is said that from the age of 15, she declared that she would not marry anyone but Frost. By the way, what's the situation with this granddaughter now? Frost did not expect Bianca to ask such a question at this time, and he replied seriously: "I don't know, she has nothing to do with me, the only one who matters to me is you!"

Then tossed the phone into a dumpster as we passed. And slid back into the cab. Goodbye, NYC. Goodbye, Kaelen Draycott. And goodbye, twenty-seven-year-old Evelina Frost—the girl who was brave, even when it hurt. You’re turning twenty-eight today. Everything changes from here.

With a fake sad smile, Annabel shook her head as she reached for the two women, “But she is still my best friend. Please don’t expose her. We can’t blame someone for being raised wrong.” “You’re too Kind Annie, this is why you’re always taken advantage of!” Chelsea shook her head as she reached for another glass of champagne. Just as the party was in full swing, the door opened revealing Kiana Frost. Kiana Frost stepped into the room, captivating everyone with her presence. She wore a stunning black dress that hugged her curves with a gracefully cut back. Her makeup was flawlessly done, enhancing her natural beauty with her brown curls let loose. She smiled as she walked through the small cr

“One more!” The director yelled as flashes of cameras almost blinded Foren, though didn't stop her from giving her fierce expressions and best poses. Forestia Renae Frost was a model of a popular clothing brand. Sometimes, she was also taking offers from other products like makeup and accessories, skincare, or lingeries. She was known for having a beauty that anyone couldn't get tired of looking at and an hourglass body that was toned perfectly from being sporty ever since her younger days.

His parents died when he was 10 years old, he respects women. Chloe Murphy 27 years old, Chloe grew up as an orphan. She is beautiful, kind and savage at times. From elementary school, she had been best friends with Amyra. A doctor in the profession but more like a gangster sometimes.