Frozen Novels & Stories

"Well, that is not my problem. My problem is that she froze my accounts. She says she will only release them when I am back home." She gasped. "She did that? Why?" "Well, I helped an orphanage when I got here and she complained I was being thrifty," I mumbled. Aunt Joan groaned in frustration. "I was wondering if you could help me unfreeze it. Please Aunt, I know you can be of help," I pleaded. She heaved a sigh, "You see, Ivory. I can't. You should know how things here work. Mother controls everything." "But could you help talk to her? She would not listen to anything I say." I requested.

Just once. I froze.

Inside the walk-in freezer, ice covered every surface. Waves of thick white fog spilled out, swallowing the air in a ghostly chill. All three of my brothers stopped in their tracks. In the corner, a human-shaped figure was curled against the wall. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her knees, her head lowered, as if shrinking into herself could preserve the last faint trace of warmth in her body. A thin layer of frost covered her skin, which had turned a haunting blue-purple. Her fingers stretched toward the door.

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually sur

"Stay close. Don't shift in the frozen food section. It’s bad for PR." Suddenly, the usual hum of the market died. A group of local hockey fans near the citrus display stopped mid-sentence. Whispers rippled through the aisles like a cold front. A young fan named Leo, his arm encased in a bright blue cast, froze with a carton of juice in his hand. Finn Reyes. The Alpha of the Miami Ice Dome. The most penalized—and most loved—enforcer in the league. "Is that him?" Leo whispered, his voice cracking.

" I froze where I stood, the blood in my veins turning to ice. Then, Caden’s voice broke the silence, sounding hoarse and drained, yet with a clarity that was chilling. "Okay." A single word. That solitary response was enough to pierce my heart like a blade of frost. Nevertheless, it pierced straight through my heart like a blade of ice. I stood there completely numb. So this was the truth. The solidarity Caden had displayed earlier, and my own proud defense of my status as his wife were nothing more than illusions. He wasn't protecting our relationship. He was negotiating a transaction by using money to purchase my peace.

The freezing night air hit my face, and I dragged in a jagged breath, gripping the stone balustrade until my knuckles turned white. I closed my eyes, letting the bitter cold numb the chaos in my chest. But even out here in the dark, the memory of Kael’s fingers pressing into my skin burned like a brand.

Mollie calls the house to give them a heads-up we're on our way home. Before long, Sarah was pulling in our driveway and I help Jessie out of the car. We walk in and immediately she's greeted with hugs from the girls. She looks at me with pleading eyes and I nod lightly. She sits in our big chair with the girls on either side and I recline it for them. Skye has been waiting for Jessie to come home to watch Frozen. Macy has been wanting to watch it with Skye since her hearing was restored.

The whiteness of ice cream melted in the chocolate of dirt besides the couple in love. By the morning tomorrow, ants would gather around it to hear the story of vanilla never eaten, of how in dirt or not, it had fulfilled the purpose of its buyers, that it was afterall, not wasted.