Novelas y relatos de Frosslass

] Most of the viewers sticking around were just curious onlookers, eager to see if Prospera Corporation's new product was as impressive as claimed. “This new product is the improved Frosted Silk Powder. It has some amazing effects...” Holly’s smile was radiant and warm as she spoke. “I know just talking about it won’t convince you, so I’ll test it on my own face!” With that, she opened a box of Frosted Silk Powder and dusted the white powder onto her face. In less than three seconds, even Holly gasped in surprise. “Whoa! How is this possible...?” The Frosted Silk Powder fell from her hands as her eyes widened in disbelief, sparkling with astonishment. Through the livestream, she could clearl

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

"Nobody touches my pureborn friends and lives to see the morning sun!" ​"Calm down right now, Frostina," Bettoni ordered with a firm, authoritative voice, then turned her warm brown eyes back to Clara, comforting the girl gently. "I need you to tell me what happened, Clara. I promise you I'll make sure we get to the bottom of this nightmare. What'd he look like?" ​"It was dark, Commandress," Clara cried softly, gripping her torn silk blanket tightly. "He grabbed me from behind. I couldn't see his face at all. But he was very tall. He wore rough linen clothing, and smelled strongly of old parchment paper and dark ink."

For a second, neither of us spoke. “Mr. Foster.” I crossed my arms. “Professor.” He looked annoyed already. “What are you doing out here?” I asked. “Hiking.” I glanced at his ankle. “Looks like that’s going great.” “I slipped,” he said shortly. “It’s nothing serious.” I stepped closer, crouching slightly to get a better look. His boot was angled wrong. Even I could see that. “That doesn’t look like nothing.” “I assure you,” he said, voice clipped, “I’m capable of walking down the mountain on my own.”

The deep, chest-rattling laughter from Xander and Zyan blended perfectly with Reagan’s bright giggles as the three of them left the packhouse. The gunmetal clasps of their heavy cloaks clinked in time with their footsteps on the dirt path, and by the time the festival grounds came back into view, their easy banter had melted away the last lingering tension of the night.

It will be so nice to get inside. “Foster!” A familiar spindly boy all legs with dark hair climbs from the passenger side, as inappropriately dressed for the weather as ever. Those signature ripped jeans look like he might as well be wearing shorts, and the jacket I’m sure was measured for women looks a little too thin and small to offer much warmth. Somehow, I would imagine he’d be a bit more excited to head in than we are.

said Rosalie as she gave Roxanne a hug " Nor do you need to care , I don't care . Neither you should " " oh I forgot to check my horrorscope today " said Roxanne rolling her eyes " What do you mean ?" " I mean that if I checked it , I would have known that five Hackfresses will be visiting me and I would rather stick my ass with glue on a chair rather than facing them "

“Sorry to say, but you have the survival instincts of a fart.” My eyes narrow, heat flaring in my chest. He flashes his palms. “Before you chop my head off, how about I introduce myself? I might change your mind.” “I'm not counting on it.” He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that sparks a low hum in my belly. “I'm Cassian. Cassian Cross.” Of course he'd have a hot name. It's evident in the soft pout of his lips and the heat of his stare. “So…who's the lucky guy?” His jaw tightens, eyes on my fingers.

she muttered. "Indeed it is. So, what do you say we go celebrate your new job?" Frost asked showing an evil smirk. Chassy really thinks that this Frost is a mist. From the way he is to the way he would sneak in her room. She's not to doubt him, he is the mist.Chassy raised a brow at Frost. "You can't trick me. If I were you I'd just disappear," she said, taking her stuffs and walked away from Frost. But he followed her.

“I think it’s F – R – O – S – T.” “That’s what I told them,” the girl rolled her eyes. “I mean, he’s coming from the North. It’s obviously Frost. They were like ‘Nahh, maybe he’s German so it’s Fraust.” “Hello Karla,” Jimin smiled. “It’s a very confusing name so you can’t blame them.” “Same way you can’t blame me for starting your name with a G,” Karla frowned. “Lord knows how a J got in Jimin. It’s not Jaymin for God’s sake. Geeminnn!”