Frozen Charlotte Audiobook Novels & Stories

Before our marking ceremony, Alpha Theodore Pierce let his childhood sweetheart, Eliana Vale, throw me into a walk-in freezer for a pre-wedding test. I have cold agglutinin disease. Prolonged exposure to cold can trigger acute hemolysis. The pack's chosen best man and maid of honor stood outside the freezer. They held up their phones and started a livestream. "If you want to be our Luna, kneel and beg Eliana." "Promise that once you accept the mate bond, you won't come between her and Alpha Theodore." Half an hour later, the freezer door finally opened. I was on my knees on the ice, my fingertips frozen blue-black. I no longer had the strength to lift my head. Jeering comments flooded the li

"This is not simple frost. This is witchcraft." "How would you know?" Lukas muttered from the floor, still rubbing his throat after what had happened earlier. "Because I read, Lukas, not just growl," I shot back without looking at him. "There was a record in my mother’s library about the northern clans, Rowan. The curse called Frozen Breath. If you use fire against it, you only speed it up. The flesh will crack from the heat." I knelt beside the sentry. My hands trembled, but I took a deep breath.

That same feeling was what I was currently experiencing, which caused me to clear my throat unceremoniously and defend myself. “Uh, Charlotte, this is Vivian. Vivian, this is –“ “Ooooh, Charlotte! Like the Charlotte!” Vivian interrupted in a shrill voice. “I have heard a lot…burp…about you!” she continued, releasing herself from my hold and staggering towards Charlotte. My attempt to stop her weak movements was futile as she was stubborn when drunk.

The clock on the wall chimed nine in the morning. Plates with the leftovers of Ayla and Rhobart’s breakfast were on the table inside their room. A strong blizzard was howling outside. Kerra was sleeping peacefully in front of the fireplace. Ayla lay on the bed watching the red and orange flames dancing in the fireplace, her head on Rhobart’s bare chest. He was leaning back against the pillows, reading to her from a book written in Old Nordmarian while his fingers were combing her unbraided hair. Ayla barely understood what Rhobart was reading, but nonetheless, she loved listening to his voice.

he motivate me "look at who will have here, a motivational speaker, really? this is the best word you have spoken since the very first day I met you" I tease He gave me a lit knock on my head and I frown "your Uber is here" "see you tomorrow" I wave my hand and I enter my cab. Charlotte POV School was a somehow today because of that annoying jerk sitting beside me now. I enter our into my house gate, I overheard some argument going so I rushed in to find out what it is, assuming is that witch again

with his demon voice? Charlotte covered her face, shaking her head as she typed. Charlotte: Please… he doesn’t even talk that much. But he stares. A lot. Like he’s collecting data on my soul. Jaina: LMAO maybe he likes you Charlotte nearly dropped her phone. Charlotte: No. No. No. Stop. It’s not that. He’s just… peculiar. Jaina: Oh please, I've got a pretty fair idea of men you consider peculiar Charlotte snickered under her breath.

His eyes were locked on mine intensely and in them, I could see that he wanted me as much as I wanted. "So I couldn't find any sugar at my house, I had to ask from a friend that's why I took longer." Charlotte said when she walked in. I quickly moved and buried my face in his neck in embarrassment. "Leave," Zver ordered huskily. Although his voice was deeper and low, it sounded powerful. "I'm so sorry, forgive me." Charlotte said quickly. I looked up when I heard her footsteps moving from the room. Zver had a beautiful smile across his face that made my heart flutter.

Something must have happened. I followed her out of the kitchen and down the hall. She ran ahead of me, pulling on my hand with all her might. When we reached the dining room, I froze. Charlotte was lying on the floor beside the table, completely still. Her sandwich sat half-eaten on her plate above her. She was unconscious. … Charlotte’s POV One moment I was sitting at the table, eating my sandwich and watching Nora pick at her spaghetti. The next, it felt like someone had driven a spike through my skull and into my stomach at the same time.

Then, he spoke, "Chloe, I remember setting the freezer to 14°F that day." Chloe's fingers tightened. "The three minutes you went back for your jacket…" Ethan slowly raised his head. His bloodshot eyes locked on hers. "The freezer dropped to -58°F." His voice sank lower. "Can you tell me who changed it?" The fire kept burning, its flames flickering and throwing the three men's shadows long and distorted across the room. Chloe parted her lips twice, but no sound emerged. I hovered beside the chandelier, peering down at her face and the fleeting thoughts darting behind her eyes.

With a final goodbye I was reaching for the door when her voice stopped me. "I was abducted that day of tral". A faint horas voice heard from behind.I looked over my shoulder . Charlotte was looking at the opposite wall .She was lost in her memory lane.