Elsa Frozen Boyfriend

The Lycan King's summons reached all fifty-six packs across the Northern Territories — he was choosing a Luna for his heir. The heir's reputation for brutality preceded him. So my mother swapped my sister Freya's name for mine. Her voice left no room for argument. "Elsa, your sister's wolf spirit hasn't fully awakened yet. She can't survive the journey. Go in her place — enter the Luna Trials for her." She gripped my hand, tears sliding down her cheeks at just the right moment. "When it's over, your brother will come for you. I swear it on the Moon Goddess." In my past life, I believed that oath. I traveled to the Lycan King's fortress, only to be singled out by the heir himself. I barely escaped his stronghold alive, fleeing through blizzards for seven days and nights before I finally lost my pursuers. After two years as a rogue, I made it back to the Frostfang Pack — just in time to witness Freya's Marking Ceremony with the Alpha. My mother stood at the center of the celebration and looked straight through me. "Rogue. There is no place for you here." Cast out a second time, I lost all hope. I died in a blizzard, alone. When consciousness returned, I found myself standing in the stone hall again. She wore the same expression, watching me with those calculating eyes. "Elsa, would you take Freya's place in the Luna Trials?"

The Garcia family's notorious illegitimate son — violent, obsessive, and dangerously unstable — had sent out a public marriage summons. One of us, my sister or I, was to become his bride. My father, with his career in ruins and his influence dwindling, had no choice but to agree. In desperation, I begged my boyfriend Eric Jordan to return home and make our engagement official. He did rush back, travel-worn and anxious — but only to ask for my sister's hand in marriage. Shattered, I demanded to know why. Eric frowned, his voice icy. "You're just a foster daughter of the Lynch family. You've eaten their food, lived under their roof for years. And if it weren't for Willa, you would've frozen to death on the street. Now's your chance to repay her. Don't be ungrateful." I refused to stay silent. He shoved me aside in frustration. "I told you — Willa and I are only pretending. Once she's out of danger and that lunatic forgets about the proposal, we'll divorce. I'll come back for you. However, stop embarrassing yourself like this — it's pathetic." What Eric did not know was… Willa Lynch escaped the marriage. However, I did not. Later, on the day of the wedding, as the bridal car passed the Jordan family estate, I looked out the window — and locked eyes with Eric. His face turned pale as a sheet.

Once upon a time, she had been Elsa, the queen of the acting world, all that had changed when she retired to her married to Gabriel Lockwood. When she discovers her husband is cheating on her and even plans to divorce her, she is heartbroken and decides it's time for a new start in her life. Will she go back to acting and take her crown again? What happens when she has enemies, which includes her ex husband, who do not want her taking back that crown. And is Asher, her long time friend who recently came back into her life, being genuine with her? Read to find out.

'Eira' The girl who has frozen heart, no Anger, no happiness, no pain, no lust and desire just like a clean slate. Most importantly she doesn't know that she is a werewolf because she haven't shifted yet, the reason behind it, is still unknown. She was living her life like a human for the last twenty four years, minding her own business and doing what she has been told. But her life took twisted turn when her mate found her in the forest, coated in her own blood. The Alpha Claimed her but what will he do after finding out that his mate is just a living body, not caring or loving at all. Would Eira's Frozen heart melt when he will reveal the dark secrets in front of her one by one. How will Eira take it after finding out about her own dark life. She is not ready to embrace him... And he has NO intentions to let her go...

Ace was raised in a world where death and betrayal go hand in hand. How can she move forward if she's still trapped in her past? She can't trust anyone except herself and her trusty bullets. Can someone thaw her frozen heart? Or will she kill them all and it will be too late for her.

Humanity lives on the edge of extinction. Every season, the Northern lands demand a sacrifice of a human to be sent to the Ice Castle, to be given to the Lycan King and his court to be used, broken, and discarded. No sacrifice has ever returned. Serena Valiente is the disgraced daughter of a once-powerful family. When her father offers her as the next tribute to save his own status, Serena is dragged in chains across the frozen border. She expects death and humiliation. What she does not expect is the way the Lycan King looks at her. He does not look at her with hunger, but with pain. Because the moment King Alejandro's eyes fall on Serena, the mate bond awakens. A searing, undeniable, cruelly ironic truth: the human he was meant to destroy is the one the Moon Goddess has chosen for him. But in the Ice Castle, the bond is not a blessing. It is a weakness. Alejandro's enemies will use it against him. His court will mock him for wanting a human. And Serena, fragile and human and alone, must decide whether to run from the monster or trust the only creature in the frozen castle who looks at her like she is not a sacrifice, but salvation.

When my mind-link request had been ignored by my parents for the twentieth time, I went to the Werewolf Council, clutching the report on silver dust corrosion in my hand. “Hello. I’d like to renounce my pack identity—effective immediately.” Ten minutes later, my parents burst in, dragging my adoptive younger sister, Elsa, with them, panic written all over their faces. The door burst open with a bang, and my Beta father charged in like a storm. His fangs bared, claws twitching. “You’re nothing but a spoiled brat craving attention! Stop this pathetic act. You’re an embarrassment to a Beta’s name!” My mother, a forensic specialist for the pack, immediately snatched the report from my hand. After a brief glance, she let out a cold sneer. “You faked this report just to get our attention? You’ve been a liar since you were a pup.” Elsa clung to both of them, tears in her eyes as she sobbed, “I’m sorry, Jenifer. It’s my fault for holding the shifting ritual. But please... don’t lie to our parents just to make them feel guilty!” Blood was still pouring from my nose, but I wiped it away calmly and stood tall before the werewolf councilors once more. “I haven’t had a real family for a long time. Please—remove all my personal records from the pack. I just don’t want my funeral—scheduled for three days from now—to be delayed.”

In Raal, everything struggles to survive under a magically frozen sun. A young sorcerer travels the land in search of revenge and in search of his own lost soul. Elves, dwarves, goblins, humans, all the creatures of Raal are affected by the anger of one elf and the mystery of his impossible, destructive dark magic.

Humanity lives on the edge of extinction. Every season, the Northern Lands demand a sacrifice of a human to be sent to the Ice Castle, and given to the Lycan King and his court to be used, broken, and discarded. No sacrifice has ever returned. Sergio Herrera is the disgraced son of a once-powerful family. When his father offers him as the next tribute to save their own status, Sergio is dragged in chains across the frozen border. He expects death and humiliation. What he does not expect is the way the the Lycan king looks at him. He didn't look at him with hunger, but with pain. Because the moment Leandro's eyes fall on Sergio, the mate bond awakens. A searing, undeniable, cruelly ironic truth: the human he was meant to destroy is the one the Moon goddess chose for him. But in the Ice Castle, the bond is not a blessing. It is a weakness, and Leandro's enemies will use it against him. His court will mock him for wanting a human, and Sergio, who is fragile, human, and alone, must decide whether to run from the monster or trust the only creature in the frozen castle who looks at him like he is not a sacrifice, but salvation.

It's my first day undercover at my future husband's dessert shop, and chaos walks in with fake lashes and two-inch nails. "I want an ice cream. Heated." I paused. "Just checking... You want your ice cream hot?" She gave me a look like I'd failed kindergarten. "Yes. Hot ice cream. Are you slow?" Deep breath. Zen mode. Customer-first service smile. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Ice cream has to stay frozen, or it just turns into—well... milk. If you want something warm, we have hot tea or coffee." "I'm pregnant!" she screeched. "Pregnant women crave weird things! Plus, my doctor said I can't eat anything cold! Are you trying to kill my baby and me? Is that what this is?!" People started turning their heads. Fantastic. A whole audience. I kept my voice low. "Ma'am, I can refund you." She suddenly smacked the counter, knocking the scanner sideways. Her nails shot past my face like tiny knives. "What kind of attitude is that?! A pathetic cashier talking back to me? I'll call my husband and get you fired!" Then, she leaned in like she was about to reveal a royal bloodline. "Guess what? I'm the boss's wife." I blinked. If that was true, I really needed to stop thinking about helping my boyfriend to open 3,000 franchise stores.