Frozen Read Along Book Novels & Stories

"No matter how tough he seems to be he will meltdown just a little longer you will have him fully" "Not that...but you just read a lot of online romance novels too much. This is real-life jazz." "I know that Zaylee I'm aware of that but trust me it would work" "Okay, but did you find anything about him?" "Not yet Mrs. Zaylee Reynolds," she said jokingly "Funny....." "I'll keep going through it" and she cut the call.

How many times he let me down. I shook my head, meeting her soft, worried eyes. "Please... don't tell anyone. I'm leaving." My eyes landed on the last page. Page 99. Three years. Ninety-nine chances. That was it. I was done waiting.

We were currently in the library, squeezed together in the little corner that she had taken it upon herself to decorate with fairy lights and a blanket she apparently knitted herself. After the dinner out, Baekalis had been too tired to explore a different side of town, so we had decided to come back to the pack house to relax. She insisted that if she read to me, I would be a whole less tense and would feel better generally. So here we were, on the floor as she read Freina McFadden's The Perfect Son to me, word for word to my hearing. We were currently in just chapter four teen, but even I would admit that it was good.

"That's impossible!" However, Michelle was already panicking in the corner. Noticing her distress, Melvin stepped forward with faux concern. "Honey, you look pale. Is something wrong?" Michelle scrambled to close her banking app. "Darling, the finance department missed a payment to a client. They need it urgently, so I was going to cover it myself, but my account seems to be frozen. Could you transfer me 150 thousand—" Before she could finish, Melvin interrupted coldly. "I'm the one who froze it."

Five years after the freeze, Maya Chen turned thirty-three years old. The alliance—now officially part of the Northeastern Confederation—celebrated with actual cake. Real eggs, real flour, real sugar from confederation agricultural operations. Not abundant. Not like the old world. But real. Forty-seven children sang off-key birthday songs. Fifteen infants cried. 1,847 people—the confederation had grown—gathered in what they now called Unity Square. Daniel presented a gift: A leather-bound journal. Hand-made by confederation craftspeople. "For recording history. So the children know how we got here."

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

he was startled to see Freeda coming down the stairs, walking towards him at the table. "Why are you still awake?" Freeda asked. "I want to know what this book I'm holding," he said and Freeda took the book. "Hmmm..why? can't you read alone?" Freeda asked as she turned the pages of the book. "Do you see anything written there?" Jude noticed that Freeda seemed to see something. "Yeah, do you want me to read this for you?" Freeda said while smiling. Jude was surprised and there he believed that the book he was holding was a mystery. But what she doesn’t understand is why can Freeda see it too?

He chuckled. Mr. Franklin had us pick activities from a mystery box. Anna and Jane chose ones that required the books, while I picked the one that needed a trip to the library to answer the questions. I was surprised Adrian picked the same thing. “This one, I think this would help,” he said, handing me a book. I glanced at the title. He had a point. I sat at the table and started reading. “Wait, let me see,” he said, standing behind me, leaning closer to read the words. He was too close.

He still puckered his lips and furrowed his eyebrows like he used to as a kid when he was focused on what he was doing. I chuckled, making him turn toward me. "Hey, sis. When did you get here? I didn't hear you walk in." he asks, making me roll my eyes as I smile foolishly. I kissed his cheek and sat next to him. "Just now. What are you reading?" I asked, making him clear his throat as he looked at the back of the book and showed me the cover. "Uh, Pound The Stone, by," "Joshua Medclaff," I said, feeling proud. "Good choice," I added, making him chuckle. "So you've read it?"

Freeze says. He takes the book off my desk and starts flipping through it. He finally stops on the dragon he is looking for. He flips the book around and places it down in front of me. My eyes were about pop out of my head. I start reading the description that it gives, and Freeze is right. It describes her almost perfectly. “How would this be possible? That dragon is just a myth.” I asked.