Novel & Cerita Ella Frost

My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I. I am a writer, I've never published a book before, but I'm working on it, right now I work at the local restaurant, it's just me, the owner and three other girls, and then the kitchen workers, that's it. It's Wednesday evening and my shift just ended, I took off my maroon apron, waved bye to Aaron, the owner, took a pastry off the counter, showed it to Aaron, who just smiled and winked, I left the restaurant, and started my ten minute walk home, on the way I saw Geoffrey, a homeless man

I looked at Aunt Molly for a second in disbelief, “you do know this is your Daughter we’re talking about right?” She chuckled at this, “yes and I love Britney to death just as much as I love you, But you have been throwing way too many opportunities out the window for her sake, the Launch party for example.” My eyes widened, “you know about that?” “Please, “she dragged folding her arms, “you broke the camera? As a journalist you better start lying better, “ Aunt molly smirked, “ I know you Kay, you are the most cautious girl out there, that is why Chris still doesn’t know what you and I are. You couldn’t have broken a camera, and on the same day Justin Star was saved by “mysterious Ariel-Cin

She outstretched her hands and feet and moved them up and down making what she called snow angels in the snow and it looked like fun so she joined her. Soon all the recruits joined them in the snow, a few came and joined her in making snow angels. Aunt Eloise and Aunt Mila came along with their group to join the party. Everyone was excited about this winter wonderland they had all worked together to create. The smiles on their faces said it all, Ari was delighted by all the smiles she loved seeing the people around her happy. "I still can't get used to the idea of using the magic towers system to control temperatures and create artificial biomes. You're a genius, Ash." Verra patted Xasha's b

Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead. “No!” he shouted as he fell to his knees. The woman’s lime green eyes cracked open and the thin layer of ice around her face cracked, but then froze again. He exhaled in relief and reached out to wipe away the tiny crystals already accruing on her lashes. “God, you’re cold,” he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks.

"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."

"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"

Evelyn Frost sat like a spider in her web, her manicured fingers drumming rhythmically on a stack of confidential documents. She was a striking woman in her mid-fifties, with sharp cheekbones, raven hair streaked with silver, and eyes that glittered with a calculated malice. Her silk robe draped elegantly over her shoulders, but there was nothing soft about her—Evelyn was a master manipulator, a survivor who had clawed her way into power through seduction, lies, and unyielding ambition.

Andrew Princess of Lycos. I kept my expression still. My body seemed relaxed. But inside, something shifted. Not panic. Not fear. Just a deeper awareness of the stakes. Charlotte Frost. The younger sister of King Alexander. That made her royalty, blood of the ruling line. A Frost. And I’d licked dirt off someone’s shoe last week. She stood there like a fragile thing and wide-eyed, like someone had swapped her spine for spun sugar. Seriously, if I’d sneezed, she might’ve fainted.

I’m going to poison this maid's dinner tonight, and I’m going to pleasantly watch her choke and laugh. "You’re very helpful today," Frostina smiled a terrifyingly fake smile at the maid. "Now go face the stone wall." Frostina was exhaustively used to men like Ardon. The Alpha heir crumbled instantly if she raised her voice. He begged for her approval, and constantly showered her with shallow compliments, thus, he was weak, and fragile. But Buck was like an unmovable wall. Her flawless beauty meant nothing to him, and his quiet, diligent nature was very frustrating, but very attractive. He was a real, untamed man.