Ella Frost Novels & Stories

§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ The mist obscured her view, but she could sense coldness in the dark eyes. She hadn’t expected that she would fall off the tree so easily and slide into the spring, nor did she expect that someone would be in the spring… The man in the spring concealed his surprise, looking at the boy sticking his head out of the water and staring at him in the mist. “What? You want to join me?” Lucas asked, his voice low and even.

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.

TRUTH is, if it ever came down to it, even with my unfeeling soul, I am not sure if I had it in me to kill my father. Frost knew that, and she also knew that she couldn’t do it either. So for now we settled on the no contact rule. But there would come a day where she would have to confront the circumstances of her choices. I knew she missed my brothers, David, Michael and Jace especially. But I think she just missed Liston Hills, and the comfort of home. Frost was never meant for this rough life. She was born to marry a man that spent his days in an office and his evenings with his family. Life doesn’t turn out the way we predict it, but I always believe we can change our path and make our o

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

Frost looked away, eyes dimming. He saw her again. Jenny. Her lips trembling. Her hand brushing his cheek like she didn’t hate him for who he was. The look in her eyes when she kissed him back... "He tried to hurt my friends," Frost said flatly. "And I don’t let that slide." "Alright. Fire, Sage, and I go undercover tomorrow. You’ll work with Scylla, Thayla, and Lyra." Frost groaned. "I'd rather shoot myself. You know what those daughters of Jezebel become when they're together. Drama, seduction, disaster—I’m not doing it."

Frost mysteriously paused and glanced over her shoulder. "Are you okay," I asked staring at her with furrowed brows. She glanced towards me and nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, I'm fine." "So nothing strange is happening to you right now," I prodded. Frost glanced towards the ceiling. "Only what I was born with," she said cryptically. "Yeah, right. Me too," I said sarcastically. I have been hanging out with this girl for a couple of weeks and I most definitely knew that she was hiding something. I also knew not to push because I like my fingers.

The glass rolled down "Get in," Armani said. She entered and he drove her into the estate. "Thanks," she said getting down from the car. He followed behind "Are you?" "He put me in charge of you for now" he cut her off. She nodded and went into the house with Armani behind her. Cordelia stood up on sighting Zaylee. She walked up to her. "Why are you back here?" Zaylee didn't respond but continued walking. "Are you out of your mind?" Cordelia asked fuming.

She's even kept the large book about the lands beyond the five Kingdoms. It might not be much or even slightly close to what I wanted to have with Frost but her keeping the gift I gave her meant something to me. My smile had widened by the time I walked out of the study but then I stopped, frozen at the sight in front of me. Frost stood in front of a full length mirror dressed in a handmaids clothes that she must have borrowed from either Mirra or Misha. Her long raven hair is braided back, falling down the length of her back.

Alpha Ajax growled at her. She let out a sigh. "Frost isn't technically a minor." She said. "He was born in 10, his father was a Dragon, an old friends mate." "10? Like 1910?" I asked her. She shook her head. "As in 10 CE." "His mother wasn't alive then." "She wasn't his real mother." She said, as she got to her feet. "Frost go wait outside." He listened to her with a nod. "Who is his real mother?" Channing asked her.