Frozen Xmas Novels & Stories

He held Yaslyn's hand tightly, his mind filled with worries. Yaslyn chuckled. "Indeed. If you noticed, how could I not?" Xoan stopped and looked at her earnestly. "Don't worry. His fondness for you hasn't wavered. There must be something else on his mind." Yaslyn knew it, resolving to seek clarity from Stephan that night. As they reached a bridge, snow began to fall. Yaslyn stared at the snow, realizing it was nearing the end of the year. Before she could gather her thoughts, Xoan produced a bunch of Christmas roses. They lacked the vibrant allure of regular roses but stood proudly nonetheless.

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,

Not that the words are hitting home for me this Christmas, the song has lost a bit of it's appeal. Santa Clause is Coming to Town and I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause later and I have my gifts wrapped and near the tree, since there are way too many to fit under there, I stand up and stretch. Wyatt has two more gifts to wrap, so I ask, “Want me to finish those and you can bring in your gifts?”

“Father… you know we can't make an exception. We have been holding this tradition for years. We can't wake up one morning and make an exception for just one person.” “We humans make rules and we humans also break the same rules. Because rules are rules and lives are lives.” He looked at me, more like glared at me. Then he exhaled a chunk of air clearly filled with frustration. “Please Jay, reconsider one more time,” Mr Hendricks pleaded again.

Dani countered. “C'mon the snow has basically melted.” Dani nodded her head in sarcastic agreement. Jasmine hesitated, but Olivia jumped in eagerly. “It’s supposed to be beautiful. They say when the snow falls under the lights, it looks like something out of a movie.” Jasmine still felt out of place with Olivia, with the way she was behaving like she didn't know a huge secret about her, one could think she might have a memory loss. “C'mon we should all go.” Georgia persisted. “It'd be a Christmas in a million.”

Josh gives us both a confused look but, Riley's words remind me of our promise, and knowing that he is being truthful suddenly makes me feel slightly better about Josh paying, that and the promise I make to myself that if I'm still here with these guys next year, that I will pay for us all to get in. I give him a nod but my words of gratitude are left unsaid as we arrive at the front of the queue and are soon paid and ushered inside, and boy is my mind blown. This place is an absolute Christmas winter wonderland. New York is beautiful at Christmas, especially when it snows, but being in this place, well, it just feels magical.

The scent of freshly baked gingerbread filled the palace, evoking memories of warmth and family. Outside, pack members worked tirelessly to build an ice-skating rink, their laughter ringing out as they tested its frozen surface. Some gracefully glided across the ice, while others took more comical tumbles, their infectious laughter echoing across the meadow. It was a testament to the bonds we had forged, the sense of camaraderie that defined our pack. As the day of Christmas approached, the excitement reached its crescendo. The palace buzzed with anticipation, and the meadow twinkled with lights. Each pack member prepared heartfelt gifts, pouring their love and creativity into every handmade

**Chapter 220: Frozen Submission** Brooks Ten years after our vow renewal, the backyard rink in Chicago was still the heart of our world. The boards had been repainted twice. The lights upgraded. The ice bore the marks of countless skates — our children’s, our grandchildren’s, and the occasional visiting player who needed a quiet place to breathe. But the feeling remained the same: this was sacred ground. The place where pain had been transformed, over and over again, into something beautiful.

Jennifer chuckled and retorted mockingly, "CEO? Do you really think she became CEO through her own abilities? Without Jeremiah and me backing her up, she's just a useless loser." Charles looked at Jennifer in disbelief. His eyes were filled with shock and anger. Annoyed by the noise, I told the bodyguards to drag the two of them farther away. I crouched alone by the seaside. The winter wind blowing from the ocean was icy and piercing. Little by little, I scattered Noelle's ashes into the sea. I said softly, "Today is Christmas, Noelle. It's also the day you were born. I'm letting you return to the ocean."

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.