Ella Frost Novels & Stories

"Remi, I never expected anything in the first place. After losing Franklin, just being able to stay by your side and give you a child is more than enough. I don't want anything else." Remi reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Ella, I promised I'd take care of you, and I will. I just hate that you've spent the past three years hiding like this." Through the crack in the door, Ariel Slater watched him. The face that was usually so cold had gone completely soft. A bitter smile touched her lips. Three years ago, she caught Remi tangled up with Ella Reed, the widow of his fallen comrade, and demanded a divorce.

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.

No right word can depict its beauty. He opens the door and I'm instantly hit with his scent which is mixed with a more feminine smell and I instantly know who it belongs to.... Amelia. Rage and anger fills me and I feel like tearing that bitch apart for having what's mine but I control it. Snow however is a different story. She takes control but remains in human form, She paces back and forth around the small living room while sniffing. She looks ready to kill so before she can kill anyone , I force her back and take full control.

I muttered and walked to the room where Alex was resting. “Susie…” I called out from the doorway but she didn’t respond. She sat there frozen like a statue…It was then I noticed that tears were streaming down her cheeks. “Susie… Is everything alright?” I asked again but she didn’t reply. I felt panic rise within me and I rushed to see why she was crying. My jaws hung open and my eyes widened in horror as I took in the sight in front of me. This time Alex was literally frozen… layers of frost had formed over his body and it seemed to harden by the minute. His eyes seemed lifeless… his face and lips were covered in a thin layer of frost too.

Wrinkles lined their faces, yes, but their eyes were sharp, cold, and hungry like wolves. Douglas Montclair sat at the head of the table. His hair was silver, combed back neatly, his black suit perfectly pressed. Even in his seventies, the air around him was heavy, commanding. When he looked up, the others went silent. On his right sat Georgia Frost, the current matriarch of the Frost family. She wore a deep green dress and long pearls around her neck, her hair rolled into a perfect bun. Her voice sweet, but everyone in that room knew her heart was cold.

Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair. But I have to admit, she is hardly as stunning as Lexia. "I don't know...Six days maybe?" I can't remember, because every moment has me on edge. I have never felt this much pain in my life, not knowing where she was. It brought me back to the day she first declined my offer. Or maybe, the day I found out she was fucking her assistant. I've never wanted someone dead so much in my life. "Four days, actually."

~ Isolde ~ *Frostfang* Snow fell steadily over Frostfang, covering rooftops and streets in a blanket of white. The cold was bitter, but the people were accustomed to it, wrapped in thick cloaks, woolen coats, and fur-lined boots as they made their way home. Yet even in the cold, there was always time for a little conversation. Small groups gathered along the streets, and tonight, there was only one subject on everyone’s lips. Elara.

“You’re not fine. You’re a mess. And before you yell at me again, I know why.” I looked away, focusing on a crack in the ceiling tiles. “Maya—” “Frost is at my apartment,” she said quietly. “He showed up at my window last night, climbed up three stories, and then completely fell apart. He told me what he said to you. What he did.” Something twisted in my chest—jealousy, maybe, that Frost had gone to Maya when he was hurting. That he could seek comfort from someone when he’d denied me just that.

She added and Liora blinked repeatedly. "Good afternoon Mrs. Frost" she stuttered and Mrs Frost frowned. "Nonsense." She said and then pulled back just enough to cup Liora's face. "I'm Evelyn." She said and then she hugged Liora again. "Thank you." She whispered and Liora looked confused. "For what?" She was very confused. Mrs Frost smiled, her eyes already misty. "For bringing warmth back into my son's life." She replied softly and the room became quiet. Liora instinctively looked toward Damien and he merely winked at her.

He’s busy—I understand. 我祈求他，让他将Frost调回来，他说他会的，然后就没有然后了； My chest tightened. — September 15th — Rain My legs gave out today. I fainted. The neighbor tried calling Frost. No answer. Left a voice message. My breath hitched. October 23rd — Windy Frost wrote again. Said she won’t be back this year either. She asked about my health. Told me to take care of myself.