Human Jack Frost Novels & Stories

HR and Director reached to a place, pointing their guns towards a group of wolf who was howling, facing towards moon up in the sky. Jack's memory flashed back everything that had happened in his last birth.He could now saw the same situation,which was his last day of his parents. Jack attacked on HR and teared him with his pointed nails.When he got completely injured and he laid on the ground,Jack attacked on Director too.He pierced him into pieces.HR anyhow stood up and pointed his gun towards Jack but Jack escaped from his bullet and attacked him fiercely,teared him everywhere and killed him too. Jack went to the group and started howling with them.After that,they went back.

CHAPTER TWO Paige’s POV That voice, “Hello Midget” I froze in place as soon as I met his gaze. Knox Tatum, AKA my best friend's brother and the one person I hated. He had changed a lot. Knox looked like a walking Greek god. I drank the whole sight in. He was over 6’3, towering over my 5’6 frame, his thick black hair always perfectly styled. His button-down top did little to hide just how muscular he was. Years of playing hockey had definitely sculpted his build. I couldn't help but notice he now has full-sleeve tattoos disappearing into his top. Everything about him screamed wealth and power.

A few minutes later, the doors of their respective rooms swung open, and they all stepped out to meet in the wide, wood-paneled hallway. Reagan looked around at two of the most important men in her life. "Well look at how handsome." she said wrapping Xander in her arms and pressing her cheek to his chest. She stood back and looked toward her brother. Standing a few feet away, Zyan immediately straightened up. Dressed in the commanding, imposing dark leathers of the Frost Alpha, with the new, flawless Icy Blue leather badge pinned proudly over his heart, he puffed his chest out like a rooster ready to crow. "Thank you," Zyan replied smoothly, a highly satisfied, arrogant little smirk playing

"The contract doesn't cover the fact that half the hockey team is sitting at the outdoor café right now, watching to see if I actually bagged the campus ghost or if the blog was lying." Jaxson raised his free hand, waving casually toward a table of large boys in matching St. Jude track jackets. "Look at them and pretend you like me." "I am an analytical thinker, Jaxson. I cannot simulate affection on command." "Just copy what normal people do." "Normal people do not sign five-thousand-dollar-a-week fake dating contracts to protect a broken hockey player's draft prospects." Jaxson choked on a breath, his grip tightening slightly. "Christ. Keep your voice down."

daddy Rowan says helping me out of the bed, I was now in my human form and fully dressed. "Okay," I say walking after him toward their office, there was Moira fully dressed, and a fully dressed Jace, I think I was too worked up to care I was naked, well most of us were naked, but we're wolves, it's fine, I guess. "Moira," I say running toward her, pushing Jace off with a growl, I don't like him. "After you get the news pup, you'd be hugging me and not pushing me away," Jace says but I rolled my eyes at him, I'll never like him.

Lisa just sighed, Jack had always been stubborn. "Please, promise me you'll consider waiting for me. It won't be that long." Jack was bent on finding a solution. "Okay." It was useless to argue and Lisa knew it. Jack had proven to be a completely different man from what everyone said he was. He was kind and sensitive, a completely different personality from the domineering CEO. Lisa never thought he'd see the day Jack was tender but she was actually lying in his bed, on top of him with him promising to find ways to protect her against her demons.

However, the camera was focused on the four criminals, so they could not see the host at all. As the voice got closer, the appearance of the person became clearer and clearer. Adolf and the others could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. This time, Jack used the skin of the Devil Butcher, Strength 10. Looking at the rotting flesh on his face, especially that sinister and terrifying face with sharp teeth, Adolf and the other three immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Jack glanced at them coldly then placed the cage on the ground, and they heard a sound from the inside.

he observed. "Shall we wait for Alexander to arrive so he can assist you?" Melo sneered but Mell their another friend chose to ignore him. He slammed the jackhammer he was carrying into the tombstone so hard it began to crack, the surface spider-webbing like shattered glass. He repeated the process for about three times until the surface of the tombstone turned into shards of pieces. He kicked at the pile of debris before his feet, revealing the hidden door. The group behind him smiled as they finally saw the secret hidden door beneath the city. The White Wolf's Clan carefully kept this alternative door for years but now, it had come to an end.

He was disgusted and wanted to vomit but he just covered his mouth and continue to walk away to that melting body. And then he saw another one, the face was broken like it was smash out until it get killed. He tiptoed and tried to avoid the body then quickly move straight to the last shelves wherein the fridge of frozen goods was next beside it. He got some frozen goods too, that was left. Jack got himself a bacon and hotdog only.

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,