Deshae Frost Age Novels & Stories

"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.”

Alpha Ajax growled at her. She let out a sigh. "Frost isn't technically a minor." She said. "He was born in 10, his father was a Dragon, an old friends mate." "10? Like 1910?" I asked her. She shook her head. "As in 10 CE." "His mother wasn't alive then." "She wasn't his real mother." She said, as she got to her feet. "Frost go wait outside." He listened to her with a nod. "Who is his real mother?" Channing asked her.

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.

Winter dragged his chains of hoarfrost across the ground, and December came roaring into the world. Morozko was in Father Frost's kingdom of eternal snow, in the northern-most corner of Buyan, where the spirit of winter reigned supreme. Kind but capricious, Ded Moroz – or Father Frost in Anya’s lilting English – was known for granting maiden's wishes and freezing the less fortunate. Morozko, thankfully, carried a furnace inside him from his wayward father’s side, so he was impervious to the cold. He was temping as a bartender for the time being, working under his love-fickle mother Snegurochka: Ded Moroz's granddaughter and present-deliverer to a myriad excited Russian children.

she gasped, the fantasy blurring into desperate reality, her body craving their possession. But they weren't done. "Call in Frost," Santa grunted between thrusts, and the door cracked, another elf, Frost, 26 and built sturdy from hauling ice blocks, slipped in, his cock already hard and huge, rivaling Santa's in length. Shy in daily life, Frost's eyes darkened with long-suppressed desire for Dory, the girl who'd shared quiet lunches with him.

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.

That's right, and she's not old; her 24th birthday hasn't passed yet! But the fact that she has a son who is almost six years old is also actual. Fiona Forger carefully looked at herself in the mirror, her so-called pretty and delicate face, fair and flawless skin; if there were anything on her body worth comparing with others, it would be only her skin. This natural white is worth it; not being blackened by the Melbourne sun is not bad.