Deshae Frost の小説・ストーリー

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.

“Hi, Mr. Frost! My name is Harper Sinclair, and I’m calling to see if your company is currently looking for new representation?” “New representation?” he repeats. His voice dances with a sudden, rich amusement. “What is it that you believe you can do for me, Miss Sinclair?” The playful banter catches me off guard. James Frost is the legendary, ruthless billionaire CEO of Frost Industries. I expected an abrasive, intimidating old man, but this voice sounds shockingly young, vibrant, and undeniably flirtatious. “Well, I'd love to show you,” I say, crossing my fingers tightly under the desk. “Would you be interested in meeting with me to discuss this in person?”

My babies, who had looked at me like I was a stranger. I unlocked the phone. He didn’t even set a password. I took a slow breath and swallowed the cold water from the glass beside me, trying to steady myself. Then I went through his contacts. My name wasn’t there. Not “mate.” Not “wife.” Not even “Clara.” But Frost’s chat sat at the top. I opened it. Photo after photo.Frost smiling, wearing a gold birthday crown, holding my children in her arms. The twins clung to her, faces bright, while he stood behind them—his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

Frost waited for the presence to come. A minute had passed and the door of her room suddenly opened. An ordinary looking girl wearing a purple lavish dress with various intricate designs came inside her room. Her ordinary face has a scowling expression. She's looking unkindly towards Frost. It was none other, Alice dela Cruz, her cousin and the person Frost wants to torture. "Nice to see you, cousin." Said Alice while showing a vicious smile. Frost calmly looked at her, almost bored. She has seen this type of person many times when she was on Earth.

“Oh yes I did Jackson Hayes!” Frost peered over my shoulder at who it was and I felt his body relax when he saw that it was only Maya. I had noticed since he had that pull yesterday, he has been unusually jumpy. I couldn’t blame him though. I looked back at Maya who then gasped dramatically. “Oh my God,” she said, pressing a hand to her chest. “He’s cute. Like… unfairly cute.” I rolled my eyes. “Behave.” “I am behaving,” she said sweetly, then leaned closer to Frost. “You ready for your first fireworks festival?”

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.

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.”

THIRD PERSON’S POV Mr. Frosco dragged Victoria to her room and shut the door quickly. He gripped her by the shoulders and lifted her chin so that she was looking straight into his eyes. “What do you think you were doing, Victoria?” His voice boomed in the room. “I was making Alex mine.” She replied with a defiant expression, shrugging off his hands and moving away. “Are you crazy!! If the King finds out, he will skin us alive.” “I don’t care!!” She said as cinders of fire swirled in her eyes. She pushed away the huge vase shattering it into bits, only to turn it into dust with her power.

she replied, and I turned towards her so I could stare at her closely. "Would you like to have Dean back?" I asked, only for her to look at me confused. "What do you mean?" she asked, and I tried to hide my evil act and just smiled. "All I want is for you to be happy. So, to pay you back for all the troubles I've caused you a long time ago, I am standing here, making a promise to you. I will make sure you get Dean back, and you will gain your right as the Luna of the Ghost Pack."