Freezing Order Novels & Stories

He was pale, trembling so severely that the thick stack of legal documents in his hands rustled like dry leaves. "Julian! It’s not a glitch! It’s not an attack!" the partner gasped, his voice cracking under the weight of total systemic collapse. "The federal marshals just served our primary compliance department on the ground floor! The freeze order is international, Julian! It didn't just hit Manhattan. It hit our primary clearing houses in London and Frankfurt ten minutes ago! Our liquidity bridges are entirely dark!"

I was also the admin in the parents' group chat. I directly tagged everyone in the group and posted everything Ellie and Brandon did. This included the footage of Ellie encouraging Archie to call her "Mommy". The most shocking part was the video where Brandon and Ellie plotted how to kill me in front of Archie. To be more precise, they were subtly teaching Archie how to kill me. "The snow this winter is really heavy. A few stray dogs in our neighborhood have frozen to death," Ellie said. "Yeah, if you're accidentally locked on the balcony in this cold, you'd probably freeze to death," Brandon agreed.

Elias left the office with his awareness humming low and steady, the system rearranging itself around him in subtle ways. He understood now that fracture did not always announce itself as chaos. Sometimes, it arrived as order, claimed by the wrong hands.

“It must be an Elite hacker sir. Hopefully, they will contact us soon, and tell us what they want. Normally they are after money.” “Are you telling me I should wait? That is your plan to WAIT!” Wes noticed his assistant standing at the door. “Speak!” “Sir, all our orders have been frozen by Targo.” Wes immediately stood to his feet “What do you mean our orders have been frozen by Targo? What about those we already paid for?” “They already returned our money. They said they are canceling all future deals with us until further notice.” Wes slowly sat down. His cell phone started ringing on the table. In a daze, he picked it up and glanced at the caller id.

They stripped me bare and tossed me in the cold room. It was the day after Genny's birthday. Cute little one-year-old, right? Until someone dumped ice water on her. Fever hit fast. And guess who they all blamed? Me. Helga came swinging, screaming, yanking my hair. Sandro Vaitti? Didn't even look at me. Just, "Why'd you hurt my kid?" I hadn't. He hung up on me. Next thing I knew, I was locked in a cold room for twelve hours. So cold I couldn't even blink. Thought I was gonna die in there.

"Stay close. Don't shift in the frozen food section. It’s bad for PR." Suddenly, the usual hum of the market died. A group of local hockey fans near the citrus display stopped mid-sentence. Whispers rippled through the aisles like a cold front. A young fan named Leo, his arm encased in a bright blue cast, froze with a carton of juice in his hand. Finn Reyes. The Alpha of the Miami Ice Dome. The most penalized—and most loved—enforcer in the league. "Is that him?" Leo whispered, his voice cracking.

Madison Fucking A. How am I supposed to serve this customer ice cream when all the damn ice cream is gone from the small freezer? I’m shit-outta luck! I step away from the empty freezer, positing what other choice I have when a brilliant idea strikes down from the sky. What about the big freezer? Usually, it’s always locked, so there is no way of knowing what mysteries lay within. And what would you know? There is no lock on it this morning!

Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead. “No!” he shouted as he fell to his knees. The woman’s lime green eyes cracked open and the thin layer of ice around her face cracked, but then froze again. He exhaled in relief and reached out to wipe away the tiny crystals already accruing on her lashes. “God, you’re cold,” he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks.

He called several bodyguards to stand guard over the freezer’s door and ordered them coldly, “If she doesn’t apologize, don’t let her out even if she dies.” When the door shut in my face, the cold and the darkness enveloped me. In the beginning, the freezer was at a normal temperature, and I could endure it. But ten minutes later, the temperature dropped so quickly that I trembled in the cold and cried out for help. In just a moment, I felt as if my blood had frozen over, and I could not breathe anymore. My heart, too, stopped beating. In the end, I died in the freezer. This time, no one kicked the door open and called out to me.

"That's some smart thinking, young lady. Go ahead and make it sound good so you can actually promote us!" Holding my phone, I slowly walked deeper into the cold storage. Under the pretense of introducing our wine, I made my way toward the freezer where the two were hiding. "These freezers are our latest in-house design with an incredibly powerful flash-freeze capability. It can drop the internal temperature by 68 degrees Fahrenheit in just three minutes. Let me give the viewers a quick demonstration." As I spoke, I reached out and flipped the flash-freeze switch. The freezer began to hum loudly to life.