Frozen Novels & Stories

Just like that seven-year-old little girl had all those years ago, the freezer door was gently pulled shut from the inside. A few days later, the landlord reported her missing to the police when he could not reach Kendra. When the police broke down the door, they found Kendra's cold body inside the freezer. Her body remained curled in a fetal position, her face seeming to hold a kind of liberated peace. There were no signs of struggle. Beside the freezer, a piece of paper was weighed down with a stone. It had only one word written on it: [Atonement.] ... Meanwhile, in the underworld, I already stepped back into the cycle of reincarnation.

Chapter 55: Frozen in Net The arena was still buzzing with disappointment as we skated off the ice. We had lost 3-2. My fault. One moment of frozen hesitation in the third period had cost us the game. When Callan took that heavy hit along the boards, the sharp, stabbing pain from his old injury had slammed through the link like a freight train. For one terrifying heartbeat, it felt like my own body was being crushed. My glove hand twitched. My knees locked. The puck slipped straight through the five-hole before I could react.

Armani managed to push Dex towards the wall and grabbed Zaylee's body. "Armani lay her back there" "Sorry friend" Armani dashed out of the house. Dex's vision became bloody, he took out a bottle of wine by the counter and drank it all in a gulp. He shattered the bottle on the floor and began to pick up the pieces "Zaylee!" he yelled her name. The broken glasses had injured his skin and blood gushed out. "Zaylee!!" he yelled her name louder this time. He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass

An hour? At minus forty degrees, I would succumb to hypothermia in ten minutes. In the biting wind and snow, my lips were frozen stiff, and my husband’s betrayal made my voice choke with emotion."You never wanted me to live from the very start, did you?" Through the communicator came Luna's drawn out voice, "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?"

VIDA When I removed the robe ,I realized that Kingston did not give me shorts to wear .I'm sure he will not let me leave this room.I'm I supposed to wear this without pants or shorts? I wore his t-shirt.And it smells like Kingston.It smells good .I opened the door of the washroom and saw Kingston with his laptop.I guess he is working. "Kingston"I called and he turned ,his gaze ran through my body.And his gaze fell on my chest .Then his gaze went to my thighs.Those cold blue eyes.

I froze. “What?”

"Jason!" I shook her hand off and said calmly, "Tomorrow at noon. Meet me at Jeep's Deli." After saying that, I got into the car and drove away. Through the rearview mirror, Yvonne's figure looked lonely and defeated. Jennifer snorted. "What's with the act? Women like her are experts at playing the victim." She then rested her head against my shoulder and whimpered dramatically. "Honey, it hurts." ...She had to be kidding. This was the same woman who'd fractured an orbital bone during a baseball game and never once complained.

Chapter Seven: Cracks in the Ice Soren’s heart slammed against his ribs as he stared into JR’s intense gray eyes. The question hung between them like a live grenade. “Are you still fighting this… or are you ready to admit you want it to last?” Soren exhaled shakily and looked away. “I don’t know how to do this, JR. I’ve spent three years hating you, wanting to destroy you on the ice and now I’m…” He gestured helplessly between them. “Whatever the hell this is.”

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

They stripped me bare and tossed me in the cold room. It was the day after Genny's birthday. Cute little one-year-old, right? Until someone dumped ice water on her. Fever hit fast. And guess who they all blamed? Me. Helga came swinging, screaming, yanking my hair. Sandro Vaitti? Didn't even look at me. Just, "Why'd you hurt my kid?" I hadn't. He hung up on me. Next thing I knew, I was locked in a cold room for twelve hours. So cold I couldn't even blink. Thought I was gonna die in there.