Ice Queen Personality Novels & Stories

She unlocked the seal in her body. "I'm curious about one more thing. How did you know I'm the Ice and Snow Queen?" "I guessed it," Chu Xun said indifferently. The Ice and Snow Queen burst into laughter. "It doesn't matter. I've underestimated you. I wanted to let my husband use you as a practice, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful. You even dodged my sneak attack. You're not simple." "Use me as a practice?" Chu Xun sneered disdainfully. "I also need an opponent, a mobile sandbag. I think the Son of God is suitable."

Therefore, she was not staying at the Elemental Kingdom. "She's not either." Colden was being embarrassed. His eyes showed me that. "She's Eira, my personal omega." "I guess… she must be one of the important ladies to you. You won't bring her here, if she's not." Queen Ice rolled her smooth hands to my upper arm. "Well, enjoy your stay. Our place is cold, but there are many things you can do here." The shyness was in my system. I had never been touched by a lady royal. The highest rank queen. She was touching me as if she was not feeling dirty putting her hands on me. A humble Queen of Ice.

I roll my eyes inwardly. Anyone who sees her now would think that was her throne and she is the queen. Well technically, she is. Imogen is currently the queen of the lycans where my father came from. Her long, beachy waves cascaded down her round breasts looking firm beneath her glittery midnight blue evening dress. The wrinkles on her face were barely visible, and I knew it was the power of make-up that did it. Her style and the way she clothed herself as time passed changed to an extent where people around her would often mistake her as a woman in her mid 20's.

Her long reddish-gold hair was unbound and cascaded over her shoulders in ripples of fire. Mikhail swallowed hard as a bolt of desire shot through him. Queen Elizabeth, the newly anointed monarch, wasn't a traditional beauty with delicate elfin features. Rather, there was a cunning curve to her lips and a keen sharpness to her eyes that warned a man she was not some wilting flower, but his equal. He found it enticing. "I would not refuse my queen's summons," Mikhail said as he drew closer.

Xinya walked through the doors of Lu Corporation dressed in a classy black trouser suit, a pair of heels and a smile plastered over her face. As she walked in she soon became the topic of discussion across the reception since she had become one of the most controversial topics in the company. People could not fathom how a girl with seemingly no background could easily complete all the tasks assigned to her with no mistakes and how she always seemed to be classily dressed, even in nameless brands. A lot of people believed she was someone's mistress but there was no evidence to prove it and because of the fact that she had refused to date anyone regardless of who and the extreme politeness and

The words hit Maeva's chest like a physical blow. For as long as she could remember, she had been the cold, untouchable, and ruthless Ice Queen. She had built an impenetrable fortress around her heart to protect herself from the betrayal and manipulation of her past. She had assumed Kasen's return to her side was driven by a desire to conquer, a desire to sit on her family's throne.

Bland features, forgettable face, the kind of guy who fades into the background in every room he enters but his hand is on her waist, possessive, proprietary and claiming her. That's the bastard who called her frigid. Who made her believe she was broken, who took everything from her and gave nothing back. My jaw clenches so hard my teeth ache. I want to find him again, I want to make him pay for every moment he makes her feel less than the extraordinary woman she is but she already did that. She humiliated him, destroyed him, and walked away. Good. I keep reading, hungry for every detail. Isabel Queens, educated at Yale. Graduated summa cum laude. Former VP of Development at Queens Enterpris

Meanwhile, I just sighed inwardly. There’s no way I could act like some ungrateful jerk toward Pierre. That would only make things worse for me. “I can’t just be rude to Pierre,” I told Queen seriously. “You should use your charm instead. Your beauty alone is a huge advantage and trust me, both Boss and Pierre pay a lot of attention to personality. It’s one of the things that really matters to them. But whatever happens, they can’t find out that we talked about this, Queen. Not a word.”

I step inside, my heart hammering in my chest, my senses heightened as I take in the figure before me. She stands with her back to me, regal and poised, her long, dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. The silken gown she wears is a brilliant white, accentuating her slender form and delicate features. She turns slowly, and I catch the glint of her piercing blue eyes, cold as ice and sharp as daggers. There’s an elegance to her, a grace that commands respect, but as I meet her gaze, a chill runs down my spine. This isn’t the warmth of a mother I had imagined; it feels more like the presence of an ice queen… distant and untouchable.

“You look rather tired today. Are you alright?” “Your Majesty, my plan to eliminate Darina didn’t go well. It backfired.” “A shame you’re in trouble, dear. Take care of yourself.” “Will you help me? I need a simple favour,” Jackie pleaded. The Queen looked at her in disbelief. “You know, I once saw a younger version of myself in you—fiery, power-hungry, full of spirit. I favoured you for my son. But now, I’m beginning to doubt your capability. Neither sharp wit nor good strategy seems to be your strength. I never liked Darina—she’s an outsider and Claus’s daughter, and he’s not my favourite person—but more and more, she proves to be smart, strong, and balanced.”