Ice Age Manny's Family Mga Nobela at Kwento

Was the boy trying to scare me? I pulled onto the emergency lane, then took a deep breath and rubbed my belly. "Son, did your memories get scrambled during your reincarnation? We live in the twenty-first century now. We have heated floors at home, and we didn't need hunting rifles for food a long time ago." 'Who said his memory's scrambled? Just do what he said! In our last life, when the extreme cold hit, the whole world was thrown into another ice age. The people who froze to death turned into zombies! My brother and I died when the zombies bit into our necks!'

Then Aiden smirked, suddenly stepped back and said with a mocking tone “See you at initiation, Little Wolf.” Hearing it, the entire rink went silent and heat rushed into my face. I wanted to kill him. Aiden only laughed softly before walking away with his gang following behind him. He was arrogant and completely insane. And somehow, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. ……………………………. That night I returned home late. The Black family mansion stood cold and massive under moonlight. It had no warmth or comfort, just expectations. I entered quietly only to hear voices from my father's office.

She is afraid of a small mistake that could make her buried three meters underground. The shy girl turned to her brother, Jason, and Manuella or Manny, The Mendes family has three children, two daughters, and one son. Jason is busy with his favorite french fries while Manuella is busy tidying her hair and lowering her cleavage on her Sabrina dress. Manny or Manuella winked at Jasmine, giving the code that she is in love, level one. Manny and her evil trick. She has blonde hair that is let loose, Sabrina dress has a floral motif. Manny's make-up is always perfect, she can give off a 'no-make-up' look. Jason and Manny are about the same height and hair color, Jason has a slightly gray streak t

“ Ian this is the man I was telling you about.” Little Ian looks out from Ailee’s leg to look at Ratchet. He looks up at Ailee for confirmation. When she nods and runs her fingers through his hair Ian looks at Ratchet and signs “ He is just like me?” I hear the ol’e ladies gasp but Ratchet gets on his knees and signs “ Yes, little man. I’m just like you.” Ian looks around at all they people who have gathered “ And this is your family? They want you?”

JAXSON "Smile, Feya. People are taking photos," I murmured, keeping my voice low as we stepped out into the freezing air of the quad. "Smiling without a genuine emotional trigger creates an unnatural facial contortion," Feya said flatly, her eyes locked on the stone steps. "Observers will recognize the disingenuous nature of the expression." God, this woman. "They don't want genuine, Ghost," I said, slinging my arm over her shoulder and pulling her against my side. "They want to see that the Ice King hasn't lost his mind over a bad game, and that his genius girlfriend isn't dumping him."

Jesse let out a cold snort. He ushered my family inside and began to close the door. An alarm bell went off in my head. I lunged forward and grabbed the doorframe. My hand got crushed in the process, but I did not care. I ignored the searing pain and screamed, “Bring out everyone’s birth certificates! Bring them out!” My family lost their patience. “You’re so shameless. Are you stalking us now? “We should’ve just called the police and let her rot in prison!” I gritted my teeth, then said, “If my name is not in there, I’ll leave.”

“How come you never mentioned us at all your awards then? With your tragic little backstory...Your father was a failure who couldn't even keep a car on the road, and you're turning out exactly like him. Broken, addicted to drama. And a stain on this family." My aunt nodded in support. "And you know what? We can't have you here tarnishing what's left of our family's image. So go in there, pack every shit that you own and get the fuck out of our house!"

I couldn’t figure out how I was supposed to marry the man who had destroyed my family, who had my mother’s life in his hands, and still… somehow make it look real. I thought about her—my mother, fragile and pale in the ICU bed, the steady beeping of the monitor a cruel reminder of what was at stake. My mother’s life hung on my compliance. And suddenly, the luxury of pride, the comfort of anger—they were worthless. I hated Adrian Vale with everything in me. And yet… a dangerous flutter of something unnameable stirred in my chest. I barely had time to process it when there was another knock—this time sharper, more confident.

A young man stood in his place. "We'll build it together," Jackson promised. The jet took off, soaring into the auroras of the Arctic sky. The Battle of Ice was over. The family was safe. But the world was bigger, darker, and more complicated than ever before.