Ella Frost Novels & Stories

"Who's dead?" Frost stared at me for a long moment, his arctic eyes shimmering at the edges with something I couldn't quite identify. Then he spoke, his voice as cold and final as winter itself. "Susan." * * *

Predatory. "You think you're special?" Her laugh was cold. Empty. "You think you're the first nobody to think they deserved him?" I held my ground. Silent. "I've done my research, baby deer." Her finger traced along the sink's edge. "Aurelia Frost. Daughter of Trevor Frost. Raised in that mansion like a stray they couldn't get rid of." My blood ran cold. "Abused. Neglected. Passed around like an unwanted gift." Her eyes met mine through the mirror. "And now you think you deserve the Alpha King?"

Help me figure out how the hell to get Amora out of this alive. Frost is the first to speak, standing in the center of the room as he gazes blankly at the closed front door. “She wasn’t supposed to follow us.” I grunt my agreement and add a few fresh limbs to the fire. “When has she ever done anything we told her to do?”

“One more!” The director yelled as flashes of cameras almost blinded Foren, though didn't stop her from giving her fierce expressions and best poses. Forestia Renae Frost was a model of a popular clothing brand. Sometimes, she was also taking offers from other products like makeup and accessories, skincare, or lingeries. She was known for having a beauty that anyone couldn't get tired of looking at and an hourglass body that was toned perfectly from being sporty ever since her younger days.

A shimmer of frost sparked across my fingertips, glittering like stars. There you go, Alba whispered. But just as quickly, it faded. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and froze. Across the training field stood Alpha Rhett, speaking to a woman I didn’t recognize. Tall, confident, and clearly comfortable in his space, she leaned in with a too-familiar smile, her hand grazing his arm. Rhett didn’t pull away. Something inside me snapped. A gust of freezing wind burst from my chest. Ice blossomed across the ground in a sudden, sharp wave, radiating outward from where I stood. Frost surged up the nearest tree trunks. A thin sheet of ice glazed over the nearby flowers, wilting them.

"What's wrong? Is being Mrs. Astor making you nervous?" Frost looked down at Bianca and said in a low voice, "I've never been anyone's husband before, but I'm not nervous because Mrs. Astor is not just anyone, she's you, Bianca!" "Stop talking!" Bianca interrupted Frost. Her mind was in chaos, thinking, "Oh no, the curse of the 'wealthy client reaper' has come true again! I hate attracting such unnecessary trouble, but trouble always comes knocking on my door. But this Frost is different from all the past 'troubles'. He has a kind of 'silent but astonishing', 'inevitable', and 'my way or the highway' vibe."

Is it the same person or someone else? “Okay thank you” “Mrs macolm?” Danny asked but Aurora shrugged before walking out.. ………….. Angeline was standing near the window when she heard footsteps behind her and she turned to see aurora walking up to her. Being a public figure, she was beautifully dressed and had a mask on her face to avoid her fans. “What do you want?” Aurora didn’t even bother to greet her and just went straight to the point. She didn’t even like being in the midst of people like her. To her, she was a scheming person.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

The near miss. Enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road. And now... here she was. As the man’s gaze passed over her, she prayed he wouldn’t recognize her. Her face had been obscured back then—surely he hadn’t seen her clearly. But luck was never on her side. Austin Hale clapped her shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go meet him.” As Austin reached for her arm, Casey jerked away, glare sharp. Austin blinked, then laughed awkwardly. “Right... forgot you don’t like being touched.”

Then, with perfect timing, she could slip into her sweetest act and bring the ordeal to a close. However, nearly forty minutes had passed. Chloe set down her phone and bit her lower lip. The freezer had been set to -58°F for three days. She knew I might not survive that kind of cold. Still, I had grown up with nothing. Girls like me were supposed to be tough, used to hardship and biting winters. Besides, Chloe had only changed the temperature. She did not lock me in there with her own hands. If something really happened, my three brothers were the ones who locked the door.