Frozen Anna X Kristoff Novels & Stories

His eyes stayed locked on me. I shifted uncomfortably, placing another piece of sausage on Nolan’s plate. Alex’s voice finally cut in. Deep. Commanding. “You don’t seem to have an appetite, Kristoff. Anything on your mind?.” The tension cracked like lightning. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the water jug. Kristoff’s lips curled in a forced smirk, but his voice came edged with ice. “Perhaps just wondering why I saw Annalyn coming out of your room draped in only a duvet…”

It was night but with every light on, it looked like day and was breath taking but Andrei wished he was anywhere else but there. He looked at Anna. She was dressed in a dark brown spaghetti strap gown matched with black wedges and her hair was packed up with a black butterfly hair clip. Her face was free of make up of course but she applied lip gloss to her lips that he was dying to kiss but he knew she wouldn't appreciate it. "Are you cold?". Andrei asked as Anna rubbed her arms and shivered. He removed his suit jacket and put it around her shoulde

She glares daggers at me while all breath is knocked out of me. What the fuck? She turns toward the drawer by her bedside and pulls out my purse, throwing it toward me. “I saw a few numbers in there, Freya. I called for you and a lady picked up. It sounded quite urgent. I wonder why she was calling from an untraceable cell,” Anna says with a smirk. I grit my teeth, my mind still reeling from disbelief and shock. What does she mean? I stand there with my heart pounding. “Does anyone know this side of you?” I question, tilting my head and feigning indifference.

“The Volkov gal, the candlelit dinners, the stolen kisses under the moonlight - all of it. You walk away, or you walk away from this rebellion.” My breath hitched. Annalisa’s face, alight with laughter from some social gathering, flashed in my mind. The warmth of her hand in mine, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled. This was madness. I couldn’t just throw that away. “But...Annalisa, she has nothing to do with this,” I stammered, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea. “She’s different. I saw the way she looked at those hungry kids outside the opera house, the way her eyes welled up. She can’t be a part of it.”

I had the company of Noah, who, with his unhealthy obsession for French fries and quirky personality, has made me smile on the days I would rather hide from the world. Then there was Anna. With her freckled skin, rosy cheeks, and blond hair, I wondered if the character of Frozen was inspired by her. If it was, it could not be more perfect. She has a selfless heart, a fearless mind, and a sparkling personality. “Ugh!” I closed my palms over the face, shaking my head. “God, Noah, I am slammed.” Peeking out a little, I asked him, “Do you think anyone would actually notice if we lock Kathy in the walk-in refrigerator?”

Her eyes glimmered in the spotlight and my heart swelled as I couldn't wait anymore for her to get to me. I stretched my hand in her direction and I said the words I thought I would never get to tell her in my life... "I, Prince Xavier, have recognized and accepted you, Anna as my mate... As our wolves have claimed and as our bodies have craved..." "In clearer terms, I ask, Anna, will you be mine?" She got up from her seat and a smile was already spreading on my face when she broke the silence with her answer. "I can't."

Her free hand found the edge of the table, gripping it the way I'd seen her grip things only a handful of times before, moments that turned out, every time, to matter more than either of us realized in the instant itself. "That's Grace," Anna said finally, lowering the phone, her eyes wide with something that looked less like fear now and more like the first real opening we'd had all week. "She found the third case. And Jonathan, it isn't just another loan. It directly involves Vance Whitmore's own signature."

Alpha Nicholas After the shit show that went down between Sophie and that prick and all that business with meeting my mate, I struggled to get myself back into any kind of party mood which made things a nightmare. Add in the wanna-be future Luna's that I had to talk to and I think it's safe to say that the night was a complete right-off. I ended up being introduced to 23 She-Wolves open to chosen mates and not one of them did a thing for me. I don't want my own mate so why the fuck would I want a fake one? "You do want your mate, you're just being a stubborn prick about it!" Storm has been an absolute nightmare and I get it, I do but he's getting too much. "Not gonna stop!" I go to give him

“Are you okay?” “I'll be fine when all of these are over—” Annora mouthed. She looked out the small window and turned to face me before asking. “Don't you think this is the last of us?” A chuckle ran out of her mouth and she mentioned it. “Alpha Fennic is a very dangerous man who would do worse to people—his fellow humans. Can you imagine that?”

Alannah and I struggled to untie her but the knot was tied too tight. Alannah removed the duct tape that was on Lisa mouth and she coughed immediately. “Water.” She called, out of breath and tired. We’d pack some of the things that we thought we would need and thanks to Alannah’s frequent dehydration and hunger we packed some of that too. Alannah made her way outside, leaving me to keep trying to untie Lisa. The door slammed shut immediately she stepped out. I looked to see who it was but it was an unfamiliar figure. “I finally got to meet the mighty Connor Ace.” The voice said and I stopped what I was doing.