Frozen 2 Jack Frost Novelas e Histórias

Pull it together. The water dripped down her chin, soaking into her collar. She straightened, shoulders tight. Time to go back. She pulled the door open. And froze. Lucas leaned against the frame, blocking the way out. ___ Her pulse skyrocketed. He didn’t move. Just stood there, the dim light catching on the sharp lines of his jaw. A cigarette burned slowly between his fingers, smoke curling lazily upward. His eyes locked onto hers with terrifying stillness. “Boss.” Her voice cracked. She cleared her throat, forcing it lower and steadier. “Do you need something?”

she says with a grin. “Thanks,” I murmur, taking a grateful sip. The warmth seeps through my gloves, and I allow myself a moment to enjoy it. Before I can comment on the sheer number of decorations, the low hum of a car engine draws my attention. A sleek, silver car pulls up, and out steps Sebastian Frost. Of course, he looks effortlessly dashing, his dark coat and scarf a perfect contrast to the wintry backdrop. My stomach does a little flip. Calm down, Selina.

"Impressive, but you are no match for me. Mr. Truex made sure of that." Alex gritted her teeth. Finger by finger she pulled her hand closer. The woman leaned over the top of them, laying her hands out and flooding the air with cold. Frigid crystals formed on the edge of her frozen fingers. Alex's fingers were just a little away from Jack's hand as the woman sucked the heat from him. She watched his body seize beneath her cold.

Their eyes, still open, became jewels of frost. I walked through the garden, and behind me, everything died. Elias watched from the doorway, his purple eyes wide. Aldric stood where I had left her, her hand outstretched. Frost covered her dress, her hair, her lashes. But she was alive. The cold recognized her. She was part of me. "Jade," she said. Her voice was small. "You need to stop." I looked at my hands. The claws were receding. The frost was retreating. The glacier in my core was gone, emptied, spent. I had used everything.

Chapter Four: Home Ice The drive back to his apartment passed in a blur of red lights and clenched teeth. Jax kept the windows cracked, hoping the cold night air would cut through the fever haze. Instead, it only made the slick between his thighs feel colder, stickier. He shifted in the driver’s seat every few seconds, muttering curses under his breath as the leather creaked beneath him. His gear bag sat in the passenger seat like an accusation still reeking of the rink, still carrying faint traces of pine and smoke.

I turned my eyes, and there he was—Frost. "What... What are you doing?" I yelled at the top of my voice. My arms and my legs were still numb. I could only scream at the top of my voice, but could not stop him from performing the ritual. What had Oscar done? That stubborn man, had defiled my one wish, and gone to bring Frost out of prison. "Get away from me!" I yelled at Frost. But he had sealed his ears. He was still performing the ritual, trying to heal me with his magic while I struggled to break free.

"Jason!" I shook her hand off and said calmly, "Tomorrow at noon. Meet me at Jeep's Deli." After saying that, I got into the car and drove away. Through the rearview mirror, Yvonne's figure looked lonely and defeated. Jennifer snorted. "What's with the act? Women like her are experts at playing the victim." She then rested her head against my shoulder and whimpered dramatically. "Honey, it hurts." ...She had to be kidding. This was the same woman who'd fractured an orbital bone during a baseball game and never once complained.

I looked at the source of that voice and saw a group of students blocking the hallway. One of them smirked and said “You are still her mate?” Laughter erupted in the hallway, I ignored them and kept walking. That only made them louder. One of them said “Maybe Cross will let you watch next time.” My fist tightened so hard my nails cut into my palm. I stopped walking. The hallway suddenly became quiet but before I could move, another voice cut through the tension “Move.” It was cold and dangerous. Hearing it, everyone froze instantly. I looked at the person and saw Aiden Cross walking down the hallway wearing his hockey jacket loosely over his shoulders.

"That sugar-coated bowl of kibble isn't going to fuel a shifter." Finn pulled a face. "Breakfast cereal. What’s the point of this partnership again?" "We were in a rush," Val countered. "And don't act like those Frosty Paws didn't have you purring. I heard the sounds you made." Val cut him off before he could fire back about the sounds Val made. "Besides, I don't want your credits. We’re trading favors. That's the deal." Val yanked the wheel, steering the car away from the Miami Ice Dome.