Frosslass Novels & Stories

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

A tall and skinny brunette retorted as three of them sat on the bed after taking their high boots off. "Hey, there's someone new." The third girl in the group smiled at me. she had purple hair that I found really cool and really heavy liner around her eyes. She had a thick British accent. "Hello." She called to me. "I'm Beth." "Nice to meet you Beth." I smiled back at her and she joined her friends in chatting away about rude Scarlett had been. I eventually got a text from Greg to let he know he had gotten home and so I decided to take a nap relieved that o could now fully rest from the sleep.

Tina, a junior that I’d known to get around, chimed in. “Shouldn’t you be sucking someone’s dick right now?” I snapped back at her. “Too bad you can’t Photoshop your ugly personality, Lucy.” Alyssa laughed. “Where’d you get that one, some internet meme?” I responded. “Goddess, even my little brothers can come up with more creative insults than that one.” Alyssa glared at me, scrunching her face. I laughed at how ridiculous she looked and said, “Don’t do that or your face will get stuck like that. On second thought, it’s a huge improvement over how you normally look so maybe you should.” I grabbed a hard seltzer out of a bucket of ice and took Jasmine’s arm to take her out of the kitchen.

Sassafras's fur was fluffed to its full extension, making him look like a very soft silver cloud, punctuated by two angry demon eyes. I didn't bother answering him. I was too busy reaching for Sebastian. ***

I can sense warning in his voice. "Kj" Ayesha whispered. "Friends with the same feather," Cassandra whispered. "Two piece why?" I boldly replied to Xenoah and met his gaze. "Oh you will never wear that thing," he said while smirking. "Believe me I will, over my drop sexy gorgeous body I will," I said bravely. "Oh no," said by two of my friends at the same time which surprised me. The two looked at each other and shook at the same time.

“Barely. I think there’s still some flour in places it shouldn’t be.” He chuckles, his smile wide and genuine. “You were quite the sight, you know. Covered in flour, looking both adorable and ready to murder someone.” “Adorable?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow. “That’s a first.” “Oh, absolutely,” he replies, leaning casually against a post. “It was a masterpiece. A flour-dusted goddess in her natural habitat.” I shake my head, trying to suppress a grin. “You have a strange sense of humor, Frost.”

"Even if it doesn't make any sense." Frost closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Running through snow. Huge, deep piles of snow, the kind that should slow you down, but it doesn't. yet it just parted ways for me like water." He paused, his brow furrowing. “Okay…” I nodded, “anything else?” "A woman's face. She's beautiful but her expression is twisted with rage. She's screaming something." "What's she saying?" His eyes opened, and the pain in them made my chest tight. "Abomination. She's calling me an abomination."

The entire Navarro pack probably knew he was currently obsessed with Luke’s 'private training. "What's wrong, Mr. Cass?" Leo Ramirez, a five-year-old with tufted ears that hadn't quite flattened yet, tugged on his sleeve. "I... uh..." Cass scrambled for a save. "I think the Great Winter Wolf just nipped my nose, Leo! I’m freezing!" He feigned a dramatic shiver, making the kids howl with laughter.

Having somneone who whispers all of his sweet nothings in French had its perks as well. Je sais comment gérer ses goûts. I know how to handle him, I say, which in French, translates to I know how to handle his tastes. I turn to Alex, whose hand I can feel trying to inch up under my dress, and I clasp my fingers around his, stopping him from moving any further in front of his uncle. He clears his throat, moving his hand to my knee and turning back to the other two men, a little breath that sounds like a laugh escaping.

The short elf smirked at her when their eyes met. “Who are you?” Malaika averted her mind from the bubble, and it immediately broke. The moose fell on the snowy ground. One lanky elf emerged from behind. He had long golden hair, and his skin was fair. He wore a black fur coat while holding a dagger in one hand, and he had a scar near his monolid eyes. “The Escape who defrosts the Lake Fryst. We met at last!” said the lanky elf. “Fashi…” Frode clenched his fist.