Female Jack Frost Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

"He… He has friends?" She laughed. "Not really friends, per say, but they're all part of the brotherhood. Truth be told, I do not really like them. They literally have no respect for women and it's so sad. They have tried to grope me so many times, even succeeded a number of times. One tried to tape me right here in this kitchen once…" She recounted, then suddenly a small smile took over her features, "Mr Frost broke his nose." I was the one who had a small smile on my face now. "Good to know that he would go that far for you, as a worker."

she ordered. “I missed you,” I said. Frost sighed and rolled her eyes. “My parents don’t approve of our friendship and since my dad is a warlock, I thought it would be in my families best interest to listen to him,” she started. “I’m working on a way to get my powers back so that I can protect my love ones,” she said sadly. I grabbed her hand. “You’re a…hybrid,” I asked bewildered, yes that was what I got from all that.

Jessa bit her lower lips seductively. “You would see me as what you wanted ‘bodyguard’...” Frost paused hating the way he had said the last statement “and nothing more.” “You'd k!ll me if I went extra?” She expected him not to react, but he nodded, making her pout. “What is the time range?” He asked and Jessa wished she could say ‘forever in her bed.’ But no, she would be getting married soon, and she knew her reason for wanting Frost as her guard, not because she lacked guards, but because she was into him, and he wouldn't accept to have just a night with her no matter the flirtatious moves she makes. He only seems hellbound on wanting to kill her, not what she wanted ‘Get her laid.’ before

“Wait… You love her or something? Tell me the gist, baby.” He groaned and threw his half-burned cigarette at her. > “Shut it, Scylla. I’m serious.” She caught it effortlessly and dropped it to the floor. > “I’m serious too,” she said, but her tone shifted. It wasn’t playful anymore—it was warning. “This girl… Jenny… she’s not like the others, Frost. She’s too soft. Too innocent. Don’t touch her.” > “Fuck you, Scylla,” Frost muttered, looking away.

Shaking his furry head, Ragnar snarled, “She is carrying my pup, and it will know that I am its father! I will raise it with me!” Gasping, I growled, “You abandoned both of us for your true love, so fuck off again, asshole!” Pulling me back from attacking him, Frost eyed me compassionately. I felt devastated now that he knew the reason Camden had marked Jasmine. “We will discuss this further tomorrow,” he asserted and I furrowed my brow at him oddly. Frost then brought his attention back to the black lycan that was retreating into the forest. “You let him get away,” I huffed, causing him to snicker.

Frost looked at the footprints, which he hadn't even noticed, and a faint smile appeared on his face. Observant Jasmine saw everything. She muttered, "Foot fetish!" Frost went outside, put on a T-shirt, and returned to the conference room, then picked up the documents to review. Only the two of them were left in the conference room. Jasmine's stubborn princess temperament arose. She had come prepared today, hoping to steer the conversation towards her boyfriend, but unexpectedly, there was not only a fierce housekeeper, but also Bianca appeared out of nowhere! At this moment, Jasmine felt that Frost didn't seem as "pure" as she had imagined, and she was extremely, extremely disappointed in h

"I promise to try." "I'm Tyson's girlfriend." I said. "OH MY GOD!!" Charlotte screamed. "Charlie!" My voice rose. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...." She clapped both hands over her mouth, eyes wide, her breathing loudly, her chest rising. "What? How? Why?" She removed her hands from her mouth. "I'm his Fake Girlfriend." I said slowly. "To make Skylar jealous so she comes back to him. I show up to his games, his parties, we look convincing, she gets jealous, she comes back, it ends."

She had been cold, distant, sending him to the guest room. At the pack assembly, she’d given up her Luna rights with a simple, quiet “I agree,” and he had actually thought she was being the bigger person. The look in her eyes at the Summer Solstice feast—that cold, disappointed stare as she watched him pick up Sophie. And Leo. When his son had cried, “I didn't push her,” he hadn't even bothered to listen to his side of the story. So many chances. If only he had seen the desperation behind her calm facade…

Yet now, she had shattered that vow without hesitation. I glared at Rory, my hands gripping the ski poles tightly. Seeing that he had struck a nerve, he curved his lips in satisfaction. As he turned to accelerate and brushed past me, he let out a feigned yelp of surprise, deliberately angling his ski edge to hook mine viciously.