Deshae Frost Novels & Stories

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."

" Maddy had been silently observing Bianca. She had been working at Astor for 5 years and had never seen Frost bring back a girl. Today, not only did he bring back a girl, but he also got slapped by her and didn't get angry. Who was this girl? Did she come from the trash can? She didn't have any valuable jewelry, and her clothes were worth only 500 yuan, carrying an ugly, large bag, her hair a bit messy, plain face, and red and white patches. Who was she? "Hello, I am Frost's private housekeeper, Maddy. " Maddy could think one thing in her heart and say another.

¨Ms Frost please stand this way, that spot is kind of off, not visible to the camera¨. The photographer instructed and Cynthia shifted her leg, then paused like a diva in the dress. Her appearance was like that of a beauty god descended on earth to pronounce judgement over those that didn't merit in appearance.

“Sick burn, right?” “Totally.” She slaps her hand, and then the two of them nearly fall over. “Okay, I think that’s enough for tonight.” I look around for Caleb as I hear the two of them start to protest. He’s the one that dragged me out and now he’s nowhere to be seen. “You two have fun,” Frostie says as she grabs her coat. “I promised my cousin I’d make her fresh cinnamon rolls for her gender reveal party tomorrow. I’m staying with her tonight, and she’s my designated driver.”

*COUNTRYSIDE GIRL EXPOSED —ZEKE FROST’S CHARITY CASE TURNS GREEDY, SLEEPS WITH A GIGOLO ON HER WEDDING NIGHT AND GOT PREGNANT! I felt the world around me spin. My breathing grew tight. No… no, no, no… I scrolled down, my eyes wide, my chest racinf. The ink hadn’t even dried on the divorce papers, and now this? Zeke Frost… that scumbag. That filthy snake! I scrolled further. They used Gina’s photos… but my name. They made it sound like it was me. ‘The poor countryside girl Zeke Frost found and loved. He gave her a good life, but she betrayed him on their wedding night by sleeping with a useless man and got pregnant!’

Five years after my parents' divorce, I met my mother at school. She had just finished a parent-teacher meeting for her stepdaughter, who was the top student in the grade, and was beaming with joy. The moment she saw me, her expression darkened. "Do you always come to school dressed like this? This is how your father is raising you?" She handed me a business card and said in a condescending tone, "Take this. Tell your father that I'll enroll you in the international program right away if he's willing to admit his mistake. It's better than staying in the regular program and struggling." I did not take it and took a few steps back. "No thanks, Ms. Stroll." She frowned, her eyes filled with

a two-figure also comes to my room a girl in a ponytail having her wide forehead expose that emphasizing her youthful looks wearing its black jacket and short shorts, it was Bhlezy while the other one is having its long black hair loose with a charming face and cat-eyes which is wearing a varsity jacket and jogging pants, Dessa "you act like a girl in their period John Carl"- Dessa "Want me to stab you to death? oh right you already died once and it is not hurt when repeating it, want to try?"- Bhlezy

She said. "Oh no...umm I am here to meet Ms. Petrova," I replied. "I am Sofia. Sofia Sayles," "Ah, right," She smiled. "You are expected," "Sofiaa!" We both turned to see Alicia marching towards us, wearing a big warm smile. She looked her usual boho chic self in a crisp white shirt with perfectly fitted jeans, a big chunky gold neckpiece, and huge hoop earrings. To my utter surprise, today she was flaunting perfect dreadlocks.

“Why is that any of your concern? You do not have any affiliation to this girl. Why are you butting in and trying to ruin my life?” Margaret’s jaw tightened. The officers and detectives were most likely watching from the glass demarcation. She would want nothing more than to kill him here. “Hailey is her name. Of course you probably don't even remember her name. One of the girls you promised love and deceived with your fake pretentious smiles. You could have let her go… you could have broken her heart alone and just let her go…but you… you…” Hailey…