Novel & Cerita Ice Queen Personality

“I am not a problem!” I jumped out of my bed and stood before the wall-length mirror, examining myself from different angles. “I hardly look thirty years old. My eye-color is unique, silky hair, and last but not least, I have a perfectly toned eight pack body. I bet any girl will be ready to die for me, if I spare a glance for her. Not to mention the time, I wasted on lesson today.” “Don’t even dare to compare my Little Swan with ordinary girls!” Ares was offended by my truth, he growled at me, “She is our Erasthai, our Queen. Obviously, she is different from those fangirls.

Queen Marabella is this year, fifty-six years of age, she's fresh as ever in appearance but matured as ever in personality. She has no time for jokes, perhaps she does jokes with the immediate members of the royal family, her children, siblings and grandchildren. To others, she has no time for such, this doesn't means she's mean or rude, she's kind, compassionate and sweet but in a different way. Whenever you get to be in her presence, you have this standalone aura surround you, there's no how you escape being self-conscious. She's a queen that wants everyone and all things around her to be in order.

Although, he might already have forgotten her. "Second is the known Ice Queen, Miss Ice. She was a powerful ice user magician and had high proficiency in casting magic. She is a mysterious girl who appeared and disappeared without anyone knowing where she went or goes." The elder paused for a moment and gulped some saliva to wet her drying throat.

PLEASE RUN, RUM! “Listen here, young woman—.” The Ice Queen pushed back at me—. I leaned in and hissed into her ear, “If you shift here, the Goddess will be terribly upset with you. There are rules, you know.” Her eyes flew open in a new shock—shock that I knew about the Goddess and her true identity—and then they rolled around furiously to search my face for evidence of me lying. The housekeeper had also grown very still, wearing a helpless look.

her words get harder to understand as she starts to sob through them, thinking of her past sister. "A witch? You're telling me Jane is a witch, not a wolf?" I ask sternly, trying to keep my mind from wandering to the feeling of her pale skin. "She is both. Inherited both traits. The ice coven tried to protect her, but-" she doesn't finish her sentence, and I move to the edge of my seat waiting for her to complete the sentence. I had never heard of the ice coven before, which is surprising because the wolves and witches have a good relationship.

she asked, craning her neck at the crowd. "The Ice Queen has arrived," replied Natalie as they watched the mob of reporters step aside to let the willowy woman through. Dressed in a champagne form-fitting silk dress, she was the Ice Queen personified with her porcelain complexion, big luminous green eyes and long, straight jet black hair falling on her bare shoulders and down her back. She strutted gracefully through the room, turning heads wherever she went. But she seemed oblivious to half the men in the room gawking at her. Her attention was on one man and one man only. But other than a slight nod in her direction, Andrei barely acknowledged her presence.

He wasn’t used to rejection that wasn’t fueled by fear or strategy. This one had been… clean. And somehow, that made him want her more. He hated that. On the ice, he could dominate. He could control outcomes, crush opponents, bend narratives to his will. But Sheila Feint? She was untouched territory. And for the first time in a long time, the Ice King was losing control of the game.

I find a little closet and run to hide in there. "I am not jealous," the Queen says when they walk into this particular living room, "I'm scared. This is not the woman I wanted for him, not even close." "Please, darling, stop. She was literally made for him by the Moon Goddess.” "No, I refuse to believe my oldest son, the one who always does everything perfectly, gets such a bad mate. What does she have to offer him? Nothing but shame," she spits out. My insides are burning, but like I said, I expected this. I've watched like a hundred movies that taught me exactly how evil queens are, especially to poor people. And an omega on top of that? Yeah, I'm basically worthless for her and I get it.

I shouldn’t be here, but I’m here anyway. I shut the heavy iron doors that lead into the sanctum behind me, the sound echoing through the underground stone entryway like a final, absolute sentence. I don't flinch. I can't. Ivy, the Ice Queen of the city’s most elite circles, the woman whose name is associated with untouchable elegance, is supposed to be at a charity gala tonight. I am supposed to be sipping vintage champagne and nodding at senators.

Getting married wouldn’t change anything about their relationship. While getting crowned Queen would change everything for her. While her mate had already said that he doesn’t expect her to change, she understood better than anyone that all eyes would be on her. While most people couldn’t even remember what the last Queen of the Werewolf Kingdom was like, she knew they had expectations of what they wanted out of a Queen. And she knew that she didn’t fit most of those expectations. She was confident of herself as a person, but she knew that her personality could sometimes be too much to handle, much less from a Queen. The even scarier part for her was knowing that she would never be able to c