Deshae Frost Novels & Stories

Besides, if I didn't sneak out, I wouldn't be able to see my Grandma Frost. I wasn't crazy about the fact that I'd started attending Mythos Academy back at the beginning of the school year, but even I had to admit that Cypress Mountain was a pretty suburb. Upscale shops lay on the other side of the road that curved past the academy, sel ing everything from books and coffee to designer clothing and custom-made jewelry and weapons. There was even a car dealership ful of Aston Martins and Cadil acs, and another lot where the Mythos kids parked their expensive rides, since students'

she asked. "I'm not done yet" Her mouth hung open in shock, she felt chills run down her spine. Dex wasted no time again he roughly removed the towel that covered his lower part and landed on her again taking her energetically against her will. She had no other option but to give in to his demands.

"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"

They worked to rebuild the kingdom from the ashes of the old empire, creating a new system, one where power wasn’t hoarded by the few, but shared by all. The Frostkin, no longer outcasts, were at the forefront of this new world. Their magic, once feared, was now celebrated, a symbol of the strength and resilience that had carried them through centuries of oppression. And as Asha stood among her people, she knew that the true legacy of the Frostkin had not been their power, but their spirit. It was a spirit that could never be broken, no matter how many times they had been crushed beneath the weight of the crown.

“Don’t be so sure about that.” He gestured to the screen. “Do you see that name, Elliot? Audrey Frost. My late sister. Her 3% share was transferred upon her death. Do you know to whom?” Confusion flickered across Elliot’s face. Jacob’s lips curved into a thin smile. “To her daughter, Christina Frost.” Gasps filled the room once more. Elliot’s beta, quick to act, rushed forward and handed Elliot a folder. Elliot opened it with a triumphant laugh. “Christina Frost? She’s a four-year-old child! Legally, she cannot own or vote shares. Try harder, Frost.”

"Her name is Frost. She was Morpheus's second, before Umbra. She did not sleep. She waited. She is older than Morpheus, colder than Umbra." "Can we reach her?" "No. She will not listen. She believes the Circle is a sickness. She wants to cure it." --- The council gathered. Morpheus stood apart, his ancient face troubled. Umbra sat beside him, still thawing, still uncertain. "Frost was my sister," Morpheus said. The room went silent. "Not by blood—by purpose. We built the frozen kingdom together. When I chose to thaw, she chose to remain. She has been preparing for this moment ever since."

Not Frost's people. His people.

The other time, she was about to faint from scare and shock, but this time, she is about to faint from happiness. "Darling, I missed you so much," Ashton said in a hoarse voice and immediately his voice fell, hot kisses landed on Maya's every inch of her body. She was so overwhelmed as she eagerly returned the kisses that were directed toward her lips.

When my son was born, it was the happiest day of my life, Aime felt sorry for me and shared with me photos and videos of his birth, my little warrior prince, whom Gina named Maxus, a strong name for a great heir and future king of both races. For two years my fight to get her back has been constant, I have been steadfast in trying to earn her forgiveness, her father died and she rose from the ashes, which I never doubted, she is a strong woman that is what I admire most about her, she doesn't need anyone to get ahead and although it hurts me a lot to know that she doesn't need me, I am proud of the woman she has become.

He was right, I was wrong. I can't do it all on my own. The scent of leather hit me as I entered the room, I ask Caleb to buy things for me online. The cover Caleb got us is funny as it is interesting. I'm blond or rather Kadesh is, she loves going to dress up and hang on the arms of her husband. Who by the way is blond also, his head is meant to be shaved on both sides than normal. “It's just for the night” I whispered go to myself “You can do this”