Flash Captain Cold Novels & Stories

The wind was very cold at night, but Jessica had a clear head because of the cold. GL's Morrison was the playboy with studded ears in Vanessa's old castle. Jessica beat him up that day. He was Neil Morrison! 'I will retaliate! I won't let off him who has fooled me...!' She calmed down for a while and called Griffin, "Director Jameson..." Before she finished speaking, Griffin said in anger, "How dare you call me? Have you dealt with the interview? It is GL's successor's first exclusive interview in our country! It is screwed! Do you know how much our TV station will lose?!"

A shiny grey mustang is parked next to my car and the occupant is leaning at the driver's door. As I approach him, I recognise him as one of Kate's cousin. I shake his already extended hand and he smiles broadly as we exchange pleasantries. As the gentleman that he is, he opens my door for me and I climb in. The warm machine is equally comfortable from inside and I immediately make myself home. Frank, as I later come to know him by name, is a talkative guy. Apparently, he lives with his college sweetheart and according to him, life is all bliss.

Damn it, I demanded it. Chris looked at me, unaffected by my tone, "What? I'm not allowed to see my brother unless I call him?" He asked, taking a bite into my cake, his stupid smirk still plastered over his face. He leaned back in his chair as he chewed, his blue eyes still glued on me, running his other hand through his blond hair that almost looked a soft silver. He had gotten that done on his latest blockbuster movie, that came out a week ago and was now breaking the box office, Silver Sworn.

He slammed into Cain, tackling him off Jack. They rolled across the terrace. Cain roared, throwing Marcus off. "Get off me, dog!" Cain stood up, panting. He looked at Jack, then at Marcus. "Two on one?" Cain sneered. "Hardly fair." "Three," a voice said. Catherine stepped onto the terrace. Her hands were glowing blue. "Flash Freeze!" She fired a beam of ice at Cain’s feet. Cain jumped. But he was a fraction of a second too slow. The ice caught his left foot, freezing it to the concrete.

“How long did you cry? I found you in some bar. Hell, Your eyes were damn swollen and puffy and the bar woman was on the verge of locking you out.” “What happened?” I asked as I began to push myself up. “Ouch…shit..” I groaned, feeling my head bang. “Easy now.” Tina lent me a hand until I steadied on my feet. I walked to the kitchen and downed a bottle of water. Crushing the bottle in my palms, I threw it into the trash can. “It's this about your billionaire chairman boyfriend? what happened this time?” I sighed as the memories of last night filtered through my head.

Just band-aids and toothpaste. Seriously? I was sneezing into a tissue when Dominic appeared, fully dressed, hair still damp from his morning shower. He took one look at me and stopped mid-step. “Whoa. You look like a wet kitten.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered. He walked over, pressing the back of his hand gently to my forehead. “You’ve got a cold.” “There’s no medicine in the house,” I said with a tired sigh. Dominic straightened, “Then I’ll go get some. You stay put.”

A quiet, subtle warmth bloomed in Emaline’s chest, cutting straight through the lingering chill of the morning's revelations. Liam stepped around the heavy curtain, holding an encrypted tablet and checking his watch. "Press room is locked, guys. Every major network from New York to London is streaming live. You're on in thirty seconds." Emaline turned toward the stage lights, smoothing down the front of her white jacket. Aiden held out his arm—not as a superior leading a subordinate, but as an open invitation. Emaline looked at his arm, then stepped up directly beside him, placing her hand firmly over his forearm.

Lexus always had and probably always would bring out the best and the worst in him. “Fucking gross. Thanks for that visual asshole; I could have lived my entire life without it. Though that settles the whole ditching idea, cause if I can’t get out of this shit, neither can you, Rin. Get fucking dressed; you have twenty minutes. Don’t even test me, nerd. I’ll strip and dress you myself, omega,” The blond bared his fangs and narrowed his eyes in challenge. Damn. It just had to be him, didn’t it?

Frankie POV I love getting out on the stretch of road between Cold Moon Territory and the city. It is my moment to be a little rebellious, and put the gas pedal to the floor in my Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat Widebody. She’s pure sleek muscle, fast as hell, and purple. And when I am driving her, I am just Frankie not the Alpha Heir. Between the rogue attacks and Nikki, I haven’t been to the city in a bit. I am not complaining, I rarely actually go to the city, but I am meeting someone who supposedly has some intel on the rogue attacks.

Splash! I gasped as icy water crashed over me, shocking me awake. My eyes flew open instantly, my body jerking as the cold seeped deep into my bones, biting and merciless. Every nerve screamed in protest. Pain rushed back all at once, hot, overwhelming, unbearable, layered over the numbing chill that clung to my skin. I blinked rapidly, my vision swimming, until two familiar eyes came into focus. Fredrick. He stood over me, looking down with nothing but contempt etched across his face. There was no concern there only disgust.