Novel & Cerita Draw Jack Frost

"Give me one more chance, even if it's just to stay by your side and make it right," Neal said bitterly. His plea was cut short by a cold gun barrel. Kirk stepped out of the shadows, aiming at Neal's forehead. "This isn't the Winters Mansion," Kirk warned. "You don't get to make a scene here. One more step, and the bullet won't care who you are." Neal froze, the light in his eyes fading. Liam grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

“I’m a snob, Mr. Quint. I didn’t know you were part of the Quint family. Please forgive me.” Jackson mocked. “I prefer you when you are cocky, Mr. Presley.” He slapped Vance in the face, and the latter held his hand over his swollen cheek and bit his tongue while taking the humiliation. Jackson waved his arm. “That’s enough. You and your mother should get out of the way now.” He shifted his gaze to Snow’s curvaceous body. “What’s your decision, Ms. Frost? “I really look forward to spending a night with you. Hahaha!”

Jackie whispered in my ear, capturing my full attention. My excitement surged. "Is it from Kristoff?" Jackie nodded affirmatively. She looked around before continuing. "Rolf told Igor to let you know that Jarl Kristoff asked you to meet him at the southwest border. Tonight, when everyone's sleeping." A smile spread across my face as I nodded. The prospect of meeting Kristoff was enough to make my exhaustion and anxiety disappear. The thought of his warm embrace reignited a thrill within me. No one could evoke such a mix of emotions in me as he could.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

"I want to take this time to remember our mother... Luna Anya Gayly Frost." A heavy, emotional hush swept the stands. Off to the side, Maddox closed his eyes and bowed his head, while Reagan instinctively reached for Xander's hand, threading her fingers tightly through his. "This festival was the one time of year where she shone her brightest," Zyan continued. A raw, aching tenderness bled into his authoritative tone as he remembered her laughter during the games, and how easily she drew the pack together. "The past eight months have been incredibly hard on the Frost Pack. Our family alone suffered a devastating loss."

Jamima asked, scared, thinking maybe he is here with the motive of drinking her blood again. "Wait, what? You know me?" asked Frost in shock, "Shit, I got it, that Adrien must have told you something about me but believe me I'm not a bad person as you can see through my handsome face," said Frost, confidently showing off himself in front of Jamima. Jamima made a cringe face at his childish act and opened her mouth, "First stop bragging about yourself because it is useless and secondly, he told me nothing about you but I guess your memory is kinda weak, no?"

the biggest warrior stammered. The new man didn't even bother with the warriors alive or dead and instead kept his blue eyes on me as he beelined it straight before me. Seeing the interest in his pupils I gritted my molars and pleaded with Lark to save me before ‘his highness’ started pawing at me. “Bring me the young Dökkálfar. We shall see where this dark one's loyalty lies,” Frost said with a cruel sneer. I watched in horror as one of them came from the trees and manhandled a small boy who was the carbon copy of Lark. They tossed him to my frozen feet and I told him hello, curious if the child was related to Mister Skinner.

But just like fairytales only one of them was going to catch the attention of the wealthy prince. The Forst mansion was opened up for people for the first time in more than a decade, after the death of Merida, The Frost's had completely cut themselves from the outside world, they would do business with a few of their partners and still managed to be the best amongst all. It was known far and wide that Jordan Frost was not a simple person, he had relations with the underworld bosses and some said that he was the underworld boss himself, which caused him to suffer many losses and amongst them, the biggest was the murder of his beloved daughter.

But the unexpected leap of Frost to bite off his head at a close call distracted me. Sadly, she was held back by the heavy chains, groaning in anger. "Enough talk," he spoke in a thick ancient accent, staring at us from below. "Once I am done consuming your heart, I will regain my immortality at its fullest. It's the full moon already." He brought out a small dagger from the back of his hand, raising it high for us to see. "Do you know what this is?" He asked mischievously, but Frost only growled.

Selina also quickly chose a chair opposite Wolfgang, her eyes fixed on the documents on the table. “Jenna Marie? Isn't this the dead girl on the side of the road I saw?" Wolfgang nodded as if admitting that. He began to speak with a piercing expression. “I hid her corpse. Present, no one has discovered this death, and I want you to replace Jenna Marie and live the rest of her life.” Selina listened without understanding, and she blankly walked out with a bewildered expression. Wolfgang saw it and continued to explain.