Frozen Hell Book Novels & Stories

I needed to get this rage building inside of me out of my chest. Quickly, I headed out of the underground floor with Melvin tagging along behind. ~~~ I tore through the forest furs, even as the throbbing force of its claws slammed into my skin, I ignored it aiming at the next target, and with one swift move, another was dead.

He had memorized her dreams, even walking those paths alone before she did. When she turned to the final page, she found two lines written in Jude's handwriting. "You mustn't meet someone too dazzling when you're young. Otherwise, everyone else will feel like settling. "And I refuse to settle." Callista felt her heart pound violently. "And this one," Harriet said, handing her another notebook. The title on the cover left Callista utterly stunned. "Operation: Win Her Back."

Sighing, Jean chimed in, "That woman is such a nuisance. She's like a leech; you can't shake her off!" After a brief silence, Jack piped up, "If she's dead, her stocks will belong to me." "Is that true?" Jean asked with glee. I trembled violently when I heard the suggestion. Was my husband thinking of killing me? I stood there, frozen. At that moment, a chill swept through my entire body, leaving me trembling uncontrollably. I had never imagined that the man I shared a bed with, the husband I trusted, would be planning to kill me.

His lips brushed mine and I pulled him close, his shirt warm under my hands. My phone buzzed once on the nightstand but I ignored it. Things escalated fast the way they always did with him easy, uncomplicated, no weight to it. That was exactly why I was here. Suddenly, the door exploded inward with a deafening crack against the wall. I froze as men flooded into the room dressed in black, a mafia crest visible at the right side of their chests. He scrambled off the bed immediately, grabbing his clothes with shaking hands. "What the hell is this?!" he cried, bolting past the men and out the door without looking back.

The hungover w******l writer in me is screaming, but the mortgage won't pay itself. You want grit? You want the wolf? You want the ice? You get it all. No fluff. No filler. Just raw, jagged addiction. "Don't move." Finn Reyes froze. His shadows bled into the dark oak of the Reyes Villa study, his golden eyes blown wide, pupils swallowed by the amber iris. He looked like he was vibrating. Not from the cold—from the leash he was keeping on the Alpha inside him.

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She turned my life upside down. She gave my life... a happy ending! __________________________ THE END_________________________________ Hello my lovely readers! Here we are finally. To the end. It's been amazing putting out my story to you guys. The Frozen Heart is one of my earliest works. I started it back in 2018 and just going back to the story reminded me how far I have come as a writer. This book nowhere close to perfect. I know many of you would think it's a waste of time while many of you loved it. Nevertheless, I enjoyed sharing the story of Sofia and Liam with you guys. I hope you enjoyed my story. Thank you so much for all your amazing support my dear readers! I will see you again

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”

: Bone fingers on mine as I shepherd ancestors across the Veil, onto starry Death’s breast, Hela grips my hand with ice and snowflakes, her palms slide to my hips to ground my roots as souls pour into me as black brilliant sparks wreathed in white halos, flickering into light Hela’s bosom is all Helheim, I drive in rainy memories through those not yet in her kingdom, first there is the overwhelming smell of decay, a corpse baking sickly sweet in the summer sun, slowly bodily fluids evaporate, bacteria feasts, and the rot becomes wet dirt, Hela is beautiful but does not shelter her girls from true passing no antiseptic white wards here, just honorable necrosis, hazy gray globes of eyes, bone

When I roamed my eyes, all I could see was a mixture of a burning bloodshot sky and dark clouds with the luminous bloody moon as its heart. ' HAS there ever been such a sky on earth? Am I already in hell? Is that why it is full of aggressive growls everywhere like they are all fighting?' I blinked and tried to vanish the sight in front of me but it didn't go back to blue. When I dismissed such an attempt in my head, I tried to feel my body parts once more. 'If I am in hell, why is it so cold?' I gathered control of my hands and started supporting my body to stand up but a sudden popping out of an orange-black wolf completely drained my energy. Especially because its mouth is looking down on