Ella Frost Novels & Stories

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-“

From where they were, they watched some ladies , five in total alighted from the two cars and walked into the stall. “That is Firdaus.” Dhikrah whispered as the ladies walked into the store, a lady was in front while the other four followed her closely. Sadiqah watched her moved towards her, she should be almost the same age as she is, dark in complexion as against the chocolate complexion that she is. She has bit flesh than she is and not as tall as she( Sadiqah) is and then sighed.

It was agony not knowing, but I busied myself with my duties. Opening the door, I felt the coldness hit me. It was like a freezer in here, and only Healing-Frost and the egg could handle the temperature. Putting aside my discomfort, I move over to Healing-Frost and look down at the constantly wiggling egg. “It is so close to hatching now,” Healing-Frost said as she looked down at me. There was silence for a moment before she shifted into a more human form. Her long, snow-white hair reached her knees and fell in graceful natural curls. Her eyes were an icy blue and her skin was almost as pale as her hair.

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.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

He held her tightly by the hand and pulled her out of the mansion but they were stunned for a moment when they met Stephen. "Stephen?" Bea's eyes seemed to widen in shock and she immediately let go of Aldrin's hand. "What are you doing here?" he asked the girl and even he couldn't believe that he would see the girl there. "Stephen, let me explain-" what he was about to say was immediately cut off when they suddenly heard the clinking of glasses from behind them. "Attention everyone!" Sofia said as she stood on the third floor of the stairs wearing a sleeveless maxi-dress with red hair and curly hair.

Kristen giggled slightly as he kissed her nose. When he pulled back and looked at her with a look in his eyes she hadn’t seen before, she wasn’t shocked, but it was different. She didn’t know what exactly it meant. Though he touched the tip of her nose again and then wiped it off and then licked his finger. “Frosting.” He said softly.

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

The blast of cold takes her breath but it does not manage to cool down her white hot anger that is balzing like a wild inferno inside of her. She shivers as the freezing wind blows under her dress to swirl around her legs. Grabbing her coat from it's spot on top of her travel bag where it sits on the floor beside of the door, she angrily shoves her arms into the think flece garment and pulls it up onto her shoulders.

Dried completely I dressed myself. “I will give you happiness,” Frost asserted, and I smiled at him. “Are there female Frost warriors?” I inquired. Shaking his head slowly he said with a playful smile, “You can be the first but you will have to fight and win Boris.” Cooking my eyebrow I asked curiously who Boris was. Frost climbed out of the river chuckling. After he dressed he leaned his face before mine and I could see the stubble on his chin. “Boris is my pet polar bear,” he said and I snorted while I laughed but then paused.