Freezing Books Novels & Stories

She sat in front of the freezer and opened the door. Then, she reached out and gently stroked the inside wall of the freezer. "Joy, I'm here to keep you company. This time, I know what it's like to be cold. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." She murmured, over and over again. Then, with finality, she curled herself up and lay down inside the freezer. Just like that seven-year-old little girl had all those years ago, the freezer door was gently pulled shut from the inside.

It was almost as if she were holding her whole world. Tears filled her eyes as bitterness washed over her. Her nose prickled, and she found it hard to breathe. Her vision seemed to go black. She didn't know how long she stayed there crouched up like that; she only moved when her phone vibrated. A notification indicated that Rachel had requested to follow her on Instagram. She approved the request, but Rachel didn't follow up with anything else. Just then, she received a text from a colleague. "I just shared an Instagram story for a giveaway, and I need people to like it. Could you help me, Dr. Snow? Please!"

There was something about this girl that broke down my filters and I shook my head, I needed to stick to the plan, if nothing else at least I was coming across as scared. Silence fell in the room, and I watched the girl for a while before sitting back against the bars of the cage and closing my eyes. There wasn’t exactly a whole lot to do here, what I wouldn’t give for a little freedom, the chance to shift, to see the stars, small the air, read a book. All the small things in life that I had taken for granted now seemed to mean so much.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

I redirected my gaze back into the book on the table that was open, staring at me to pick up where I left off. “Yes that's right Freya, mind your business. You are not even their Luna yet,” I said to myself. The sobs and suppress wails continued persistently. “Focus on the book Freya,” I said to myself for the last time. “This is non of your business Freya, stop sticking nose in pack members businesses,” my gaze was to the book but my mind was somewhere else. It was on the voice crying profusely by the books. Books!! I immediately stood up like I was electrocuted. The books may be in danger. Who knew? She could cry a river and ruin the books.

Just profiles, brief descriptions, and the occasional meeting if the conversation went well. I scrolled through a few profiles without much interest. Most of them were from nearby towns or travelers passing through. Then one profile caught my attention. No face picture. Just a photo taken from behind—a man sitting on a balcony somewhere snowy, a glass in his hand. Dark coat. Broad shoulders. The image had been taken carefully. The username read - NorthBound. His description was short. Someone who preferred quiet conversations. Books. Hiking. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the screen for a moment before tapping the match button.

Finn said, his voice echoing. "You don't like it?" "I don't read." Finn gestured to the yawning, empty shelves. A few lonely manuals on ice drills and ancient pack law sat gathering dust. "It’s all for show. To look like an Alpha who gives a damn about history." Val walked to the center of the room. He ran his fingers over the bare wood. "I could fill this. Every inch." "With your manuscripts?" "No. Never read those." "Why not?" "Just... don't."

"That's impossible!" However, Michelle was already panicking in the corner. Noticing her distress, Melvin stepped forward with faux concern. "Honey, you look pale. Is something wrong?" Michelle scrambled to close her banking app. "Darling, the finance department missed a payment to a client. They need it urgently, so I was going to cover it myself, but my account seems to be frozen. Could you transfer me 150 thousand—" Before she could finish, Melvin interrupted coldly. "I'm the one who froze it."

“I heard something.” The Alpha’s expression hardened. “What?” “I don’t know.” The answer frustrated her. Because she wasn’t lying. The voice had vanished almost instantly. Leaving behind only a strange feeling. Like moonlight. Like silver light. Like something watching her. Froz didn’t like it. Not one bit. That evening— The White Fang Palace library was unusually crowded. Ancient books covered an entire table. Scrolls. Maps. Records. Documents. Everything Froz had gathered during the last few days. Metro adjusted his glasses. The mountain of books concerned him.

He hissed, staggering, but didn’t drop the makeshift weapon. Books exploded from the Librarian’s chest like shrapnel—fat tomes spinning end‑over‑end, paperbacks whistling like bricks, and loose pages turning to razor‑edged confetti. “Down!” Grant shouted. We hit the drift. A dictionary the size of a concrete block shrieked past my ear, slamming into the ground where my head had been, crushing a mound of pages into paste. The librarian reared back, chains writhing. “AUTHORS ARE RESOURCES,” it thundered. “NOT OPERATORS. NOT FREE.”