Frozen Spoof Novels & Stories

Thought I was gonna die in there. Then the speaker crackled. "Twelve hours, Emilia Estavini. Do you understand what you did wrong?" Sandro. Of course. In the background, Helga Cicili's fake-sweet voice oozed through. "Sandro, it was just a fever. I'll take care of Genny. Maybe the Family should forgive Emilia..." I didn't answer. Couldn't. My eyelids barely moved. Then Sandro snapped. "You're not even reflecting, huh? Keep it up—we'll make it another twelve."

I rushed the last part out, too nervous to monitor my phrasing. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, dreading his reaction to this insane proposition. The weighted silence stretched out until he finally cleared his throat. "I see. And what's your stance on this... unorthodox publicity moves between us?" My throat felt dry, but I forced myself to hold his intense gaze. "Truthfully? I think it's farcical and demeaning to everything we've built together. You've become an invaluable partner and friend. This whole fake relationship feels like a violation of the trust between us."

he exclaimed. "Frederick, put that away!" Jennifer seemed tense. Was this a joke? A hundred percent increase in bodily functions within two hours was a ridiculous claim. As far as she knew, there was no such medicine in the world. In that case, Frederick's listing permit had to be forged. "What if it's real?" Frederick chuckled. "If it's real, I'll eat it!" Shane snorted in disdain. "Mr. Whalen, it does seem to be real…" a director said weakly before showing Shane his phone.

If he has a few secrets, it would be his rights, Zane,’ Zack apprehended his wolf as Zane rolled his eyes. ‘Suit yourself, little boy,’ Zane replied before he sat quietly in Zack’s mind. “I think I might go,” Zack said, sighing loudly. He had been avoiding the Folk Festival ever since Samantha rejected him after three chances from the Moon Goddess. Damien arched his eyebrow as Zack was smiling. “Might I ask what changed your mind for you to attend the festival?” Damien said as Zack shrugged. “Oh… I don’t know… Maybe your story about the legendary Shifters of Cyprus. The mating bond by the Moon Goddess was pretty convincing, I tell you,” Zack said, smiling like an idiot he was. Damien chuckle

He exclaimed. Lauren gasped, "Apologies, Doctor." Osler looked through the microscope again and gasped. He turned the nobs but all he could see was just Tierra's blood. "Is everything alright, Doctor?" Lauren asked. Osler ignored her, grabbing the blood that's left and poured it over the virus that was on another microscope. He looked through it and again, the virus had disappeared. He chuckled. "Doctor?" Lauren tried again.

The glass screen bloomed to life, projecting a glowing, holographic seal of the Kael Banking Syndicate. Banjo froze, his eyes locking onto the projector as every drop of color drained entirely from his face. "You wanted to know who froze your accounts two nights ago?" I whispered, leaning closer until I was inches from his pale face. "Look closely, Banjo. That freeze wasn't a corporate attack from an enemy. It was authorized by me.”

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 surround him. One rainy afternoon,

**Chapter 163: The Offer** The email sat on the screen like a loaded gun. *Sixty days suspension. Full reinstatement. Complete nondisclosure. No further public statements on the syndicate, linking drugs, or related events. Violation nullifies the agreement and triggers lifetime ban consideration.* I read it three times while Callan stood behind me, hands on my shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tight muscles at the base of my neck. His touch was the only thing keeping me grounded as the numbers danced in front of my eyes.

I say. “No,” he says. “The account is frozen. Daniel arranged it through the financial oversight authority two days ago as part of the voluntary disclosure package. She has no idea she is trying to access a frozen account through a credential that is now flagged.” A pause. “She also does not know that the access attempt just generated a timestamped log that will be very useful in about forty-eight hours.” “She handed us evidence of active concealment,” I say. “On a Tuesday morning,” Noah says, and there is something in his voice that is not quite satisfaction but is the adjacent thing. “Yes.”

the BOSS Vlogger grumbled, critiquing their reaction. ['Meme Creator' Skill (Level 1) activated!] [Target: Zombie Food Vlogger (BOSS Level)!] [Meme: 'The Frozen Trauma – When Good Food Ends Up in a Mad Vlogger’s Trash Freezer'] [Effect: BOSS Vlogger's content appeal -25%! Focus on 'negative reviews' increased!] Suddenly, the BOSS Zombie's glowing red eyes flickered, as if there was a glitch in his system. He stopped moving. His hand holding the cleaver trembled slightly.