Ella Frost Novels & Stories

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.

The smell of burning wood and fresh sawdust pulled Frostina out of her week-long sleep. ​Frostina opened her bright blue eyes, her neck throbbing with agonizing pain. Her pampered body had gone into a deep shock-induced coma after her terrible hanging attempt. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her blurry vision. As she looked around a simple, cozy wooden cabin, her heart skipped a heavy beat when she saw Buck quietly changing the firewood in the stone hearth.

"Susanna Frost!!!" An uproar rippled through society. "Could it really be the Goodwin family’s cherished little princess, Susanna Frost, from twenty years ago?" As if sensing everyone’s curiosity, Suzy on the screen added, “I’m the only survivor of the Frost family massacre twenty years ago!” Dylan stared at his phone, eyes locked on Suzy’s captivating face displayed in the broadcast, trying to find traces of the girl from back then in her features.

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.

As if someone was chasing him. "Not bad." said Frost when she felt the instant effect of the pill. She stretches her arms and body. Readying her body for some action. "Time to investigate this place."

Like a garden of pink asters, her face shone brightly in a soft tone of gloss. All smirk and plush, Grace Anslem walked out of her apartment. Her attractiveness adds colour to the serene atmosphere in view. The morning sun kissed her skin causing it to glow and radiate in-between of her dress puckers. While she worked the locks, her face caught the mirror of her door frame and soon became null, as though devoid of emotions. In a flick, a telephone call came in; the loud noise from the device stabbed

"Are you alright, Flora? he asked, smirking. Fuck,I thought in a rage,fuck Collins, fuck this school,fuck Mr Robert, fuck Emily and fuck my note.so he has been pretending not to know my name, making me think I have the upper hand. Sit down Flora.he says, pointing to my chair and let's make a deal. I sat down back like a baby whose her toy has been taken from her.i faced him and asked a question. When you were admitted to this school were you given a mission to disturb my life and invade my privacy? "No,he said.but he mumbled"may be. "You said...,I asked waiting for him to complete the sentence. so, what's the deal? I asked. If you promise to tutor me and give me a tour round the school after

I opened the door to go out and saw Cyvian about to enter. "Where you've been?" I asked him. "I went to the cafeteria for breakfast, I was waiting for you" He answered. "What's with the ruckus this morning, it was so noisy!" I irritatingly said. "Oh maybe the results are out" His answer was blunt, like he is not interested. "Results for what?" I continued to interrogate. "For the people who can participate in the Fiach Season" We reached the South wing of the academy and there was a huge rectangular glowing glass enough for everyone could see the names written in gold. I didn't expect for my name but I was hoping, so I scanned through the glass. There it is, my name!

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

Chapter 17 ‎ ‎ ‎The mahogany doors of the Frost Industries boardroom didn’t just open; they seemed to surrender. ‎Zara Sterling, now known to the world as Zara Frost stepped into the room, the sharp click of her red-soled stilettos echoing like a countdown. ‎She wore a charcoal-grey power suit that hugged her curves but screamed authority. ‎Her hair, once soft and loose during her days as Ethan’s "little bird," was now pulled back into a sleek, lethal ponytail.