Frozen Fanfiction Rated M Novels & Stories

I pull my hand away, reminding myself to breathe as I drink the wine. The Noble hasn't noticed my inner struggle. He's all smiles as he says, "Everyone is talking about the mysterious Bethany Metrov. If you're not together with your Pack, I could take you somewhere nice tonight and make sure you enjoy yourself. I know I'm not the only unmated dude who's dying for a time with you, but-" Frost seals his lips together. Frozen crystals bloom all over his dark skin and clothing, sealing together and thickening until, less than a blink of an eye later, I'm staring at a selkie frozen in place like a statue.

Every chapter was written with love, and I hope you can feel that as you follow Walter and Lois through every challenge, every smile, every tear, and every beautiful moment they share. So grab your favorite drink, get comfortable, and let yourself get lost in their story. I hope that by the time you reach the final page, Walter and Lois will feel less like fictional characters and more like old friends you'll never forget. Welcome to The Billionaire's Frozen Heart. I hope you enjoy every chapter. With love, M. Serein

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

I stiffly smiled at Maya while inwardly groaning at the thought of spending an evening with someone so fake. "We can go watch the stars," she batted her eyelids and I accepted, not wanting to offend my mum. Outside, Maya chattered on, peppering me with questions and laughter. I nodded along politely while my mind drifted away. She brushed against my arm, causing me to inwardly cringe. "So, I'm on the pill. We could fuck here if you want. Under the beautiful stars. I'll do anything you like. Vanilla, BDSM, anal, you name it."

Wendy let out a dramatic gasp, stumbling straight into Xavier’s arms. Starla froze in place. She hadn’t even touched Wendy, yet Wendy acted as if she had shoved her with all her strength. “Be more careful when you walk,” Xavier scolded, frowning as he bent down to pick up a paper. “‘Cell-Based Cryopreservation Therapy for Cancer’” He read the words aloud, his expression darkening. “What is this?” Starla panicked and quickly snatched the paper from his hands. “It’s… it’s nothing!”

Only now, there were no secrets…. There was no denying I had missed my friends. I just hoped they missed me, and could forgive me. I nodded. “I think you may be right.” “Nico is now married with a young baby. And Freddie has just taken a chosen mate. So there would no doubt a lot to catch up on. I am sure the two of them would be delighted to know you have found a chosen mate too.” Dad said with a smile, as he glanced toward Presley. A chosen mate... Of course, that was what they believed she was. A wave of guilt flooded through me. I suddenly felt bad for lying. They had no clue that what they believed was nothing but a created story to gain my own way…

"No panties? You've been wanting this all evening, haven't you? You're dripping for me again." "Connor... ohhh... don't..." she moaned, her head dropping forward against a bag of frozen peas. I didn't wait. I reached into my jersey pants, pulled my thick, aching cock free, and lined the wet head up with her dripping opening. With one heavy, brutal shove of my hips, I buried myself all the way inside her, pinning her front against the freezing interior of the fridge. "Augh! Oh god! Connor!" Freya shrieked, her voice muffled by the freezer door. "Mmm-nnn-gh... it's so deep... ahhh! Ohhh... stop... it's stretching me... mmm-ph..."

After one particularly heated argument, she went out and got the tattoo. When I found her, I broke down crying. She hadn't used any anesthesia. Although her face had gone pale from the pain, her eyes shone brightly. She'd touched my face and said proudly, "No one is ever taking you away from me." Back then, I'd naively believed that was what everlasting love felt like. That was why, years later, when another man sent me photos of himself kissing that same tattoo, something inside me had simply broken. I couldn't feel sadness or heartbreak.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I groaned before throwing the phone away in fury. My mind was blocked. I could no more take those damn conditions. He is playing with me even when he is gone. Just how could he do that to his own son? That's enough now. I mean, what kind of creepy conditions were those? Is it a game that he could play around? Getting engaged was far enough and now they want me to get involved in a flash marriage. Is that a joke? Which girl on earth will marry someone in a flash of time? This is ridiculously impossible.