Freeze Over Crossword Clue

My daughter has a sudden allergic reaction, and my husband, an expert in these things, is the only one who can save her. I call him at this critical juncture, but his childhood sweetheart is the one who answers. "Clinton is busy. He wants me to tell you not to call him if it's not important." There's no time for me to get mad. I say anxiously, "Tell him to come to the hospital now. Ivy has had an allergic reaction and is waiting for him to save her." Clinton Reeves says impatiently, "Gemma and I are just watching a soccer match. Do you have to joke around with Ivy's life? I'm so disappointed in you." Later, Ivy dies in the hospital, her body covered in rashes. I wipe my tears and call Clinton once more. I say icily, "Let's get a divorce." The first thing I hear is his and Gemma Walken's laughter. After a while, he says, "Sure, but Ivy is mine."

Everyone in Sparrowville said that Margaret Chapman was the happiest woman in town. Gavin Hartley showered her with gifts—a sapphire ring, an asteroid after her name—treating her like she was the center of his universe. Margaret had always believed it, too. Until the day she accidentally discovered the woman he had been hiding in his villa. For ten years, he had kept her there—his childhood sweetheart. After she lost herself to schizophrenia, she had said, "Margaret is me." And so, for nearly seven years, Gavin had courted Margaret and cherished her, playing out a love story that had never truly been hers. Margaret's heart crumbled to ash after she found out the truth. She left without looking back, moving to a country thousands of miles away. But she never imagined that Gavin would lose himself to rage, his eyes burning red as he nearly tore Sparrowville apart. "Where the hell is Margaret?!"

Honey Mariah Owens thought heartbreak had already taken everything from her. After her boyfriend steals her savings, destroys her dreams, and disappears with another woman, Honey is left drowning in debt, family responsibilities, and a future that suddenly feels impossible to reach. Her once-promising fashion career is gone, her father’s medical bills are piling up, and hope feels like a luxury she can no longer afford. Then one drunken night changes everything. Dragged to a nightclub by her best friend for a reckless “heartbreak cure,” Honey meets Jayson Kingsley—heir to one of the most powerful families in Spring Hills, CEO of Spring Hills Oils. Rich. Dangerous. Infuriatingly handsome. Jayson is completely convinced she is someone else. Nichole Solange Sinclair. The missing daughter of a powerful political family. The woman he was supposed to marry. A woman who looks exactly like Honey. When Jay realizes Honey is not Nichole, he offers her a deal that could save her family and destroy her heart—pretend to be Nichole until the real one is found, and in return, he will give her enough money to change her life forever. One fake identity. One contract marriage. One man she was never supposed to love. But as Honey is pulled deeper into a world of wealth, secrets, and dangerous family expectations, pretending becomes harder… especially when Jay starts falling for the woman behind the lie. And just when Honey begins to believe she might finally deserve happiness, the real Nichole returns. Same face. Same name. Now Honey must decide whether to walk away from the man she loves... or fight for a place in a world that was never meant to be hers. Because some love stories begin with one beautiful mistake.And some are powerful enough to last forever.

As a man, you never expected that the love of your life would be a man. Together you overcome your fears and take a boat trip. But then things go horribly wrong. What is destiny, and can you change it through time travel?

She spent three years faking moans for a boyfriend who never made her come. One night, one stranger in a mask, and she finally learns what it means to be wrecked against a wall. But when the mask comes off? He’s her professor. And he’s not done teaching her.

Campus food deliveries vanished so often that no one even commented anymore. Then it happened to me again and again. I never identified the thief, but by New Year's Eve I was finished with being an easy mark. I set out a bowl of soup as bait and soaked it with water wrung from an old bathroom mop. I meant to make whoever stole it regret touching my food. A week later, the police did not come for the thief. They came for me. The counselor slid a penalty notice across his desk—600 dollars for food costs and medical fees, due next week. The person who ate my food had been hospitalized for "poisoning." The school was already discussing a major demerit, the cancellation of my first-class scholarship, and the loss of my needs-based stipend. That stipend was the money keeping my sick mother alive. They planned to pin everything on me, shield the real culprit, and bury me under paperwork. Unfortunately for them, they chose the wrong target. I was the law department's resident argument addict, and I intended to turn their dirty little mediation into a public collapse.

Ellara has been raised to be the perfect, obedient wife, sold into marriage with Xavier, the heir of a powerful werewolf family. While Ellara follows the rules, Xavier rejects the patriarchal world that shaped her. He believes women deserve more rights, but he struggles to connect with her, creating a cold distance between them. When Ellara discovers that Xavier and his family are werewolves, fear drives them even further apart. As pressure mounts for Ellara to conceive, Xavier is forced to marry a second wife, a woman who flaunts her superiority and torments Ellara. But as Xavier watches his new wife hurt Ellara, he realizes his deep feelings for her. As Ellara begins to break free from the chains of her past, Xavier secretly works to tear down his corrupt family’s empire. With danger closing in, Xavier must make a choice: will he burn everything down for a life with Ellara, or will the weight of their world tear them apart forever? Can love and loyalty survive a battle against family, fear, and fate?

The day my husband, Ethan Hart, posted wedding photos in a bridal gown with the college girl he was sponsoring on his social media, I didn't fly into hysterics like I usually did. Instead, I gave them a like. I even left a comment: [Such a perfect match. Let's all wish the newlyweds a lifetime of happiness.] People in our circle said I was the most pathetic wife alive, letting the mistress walk all over me without resistance. A week later, he came home and explained, "It was just an act. Her grandfather is sick. Before he dies, he wants to see her get married." I nodded calmly. "I didn't take it seriously. I believe you." In my previous life, I had stormed into their wedding ceremony that very day and caused a scene, ruining their wedding. To punish me, Ethan went after my parents' company. He drove them into bankruptcy and forced them to jump to their deaths. And I was sent to a mental hospital by that woman, tortured until I truly went insane. So in this life, reborn with everything laid bare, I no longer crave his love. All I want is his money. Every time he cheats, I transfer a portion of the assets under his name. Three chances remain. After that, he will have nothing left.

My roommate bought an antique bronze censer online. She burned incense day and night, praying to be with a wealthy boyfriend. I thought it was silly, until her face began to look like mine. Soon, she became the admired heiress, while I was left drowning in debts she had deliberately racked up. I begged her for my identity back, and she pretended to agree. However, she tricked me into giving her my bank account password and pushed me off a rooftop. I learned at that moment that the censer was a cursed relic that grants wishes by draining the life and luck of another. She could take everything from me once my life was ruined, but death was not the end for me. I woke up on the day she first got the cursed censer. The truth was every wish comes with a price, and I was going to make sure she pays.

In my previous life, my sister set her sights on the formidable river dragon and married him without hesitation. I chose the unassuming merman. She thought she would ascend as the queen of the dragon clan. However, when the river dragon failed his ascension trial, my sister, as his mate, was caught in the fallout and narrowly escaped death. Meanwhile, the merman unexpectedly inherited the Sea God’s Legacy and rose to become ocean royalty. Everyone knew I was to become the empress. At the celebratory banquet, my sister poisoned my wine. Reborn into a new life, my sister rushed toward the merman and chose him, saying, “The empress’ throne will be mine!” Little did she know that the merfolk’s true nature was cruel, finding pleasure in tormenting others.