Frozen Kisses Novels & Stories

Liam whispered, a slow, surrendering smile finally breaking through the exhaustion on his face. Jaxson let out a low, rough growl of approval, his lips parting over Liam’s to capture the promise before it could fade into the concrete vaults. It was a deep, crushing kiss that tasted of cold ozone, salt, and permanent survival—a quiet, lawless treaty signed three levels below the city, far beyond the reach of the ice.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

"Fine, I'll slap you with my poisonous food every day." My face turned pale when Frinsc looked at me. "And you, Azy, this dare is very special. You always win this game, you always order us around, and it's your time to shine baby," she said before her footsteps swallowed the distance between the two of us. "As if I have a choice. Come on, tell me, what is it? I'm always ready for this." I grinned at her playfully. "You have to kiss the owner of this school, for 40 seconds." My jaw dropped with what Frinsc said.

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

It made my heart speed up even more. He leaned forward, pulling me into yet another amazing kiss. I melted into him, pressing my palms into his muscled pecs and feeling pure strength. His fingers pulled at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. The cool breeze from the window hit my skin, making me shiver with the unexpected sensation.

"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.

+-!;!+?-!;!;!-!-+-+-(-+-++-- Out of all the blunders of my life, this would be the biggest one! Mr Blake Jensen, the CEO of Jensen's industry out of nowhere decided to kiss me without my permission ahead of everyone! I heard some of the clicks then my mind started working, as I have no idea what came to me? Why did I become the dead frozen girl? Why I didn't push him? I should have slapped him too! What is wrong with him?

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

It won't be a big deal, right? Should I just cooperate with him for this once, anyhow, I was dying to taste those lips too. I closed my eyes and lifted my head a bit. But I felt a jerk as his hands reached out for the hoodie, lifting it slightly. I froze. Wasn't he talking about a kiss? Then why was he undressing me? What the hell have I brought myself into? *****************

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "