Ice Queen Personality Novels & Stories

Facing her, even the dozens of bodyguards showed utmost respect as they didn't dare to meet her eyes. Everyone knew she wasn't someone to be casually provoked. This woman was Jyn Morrison, the CEO of Morrison Group of Dhord City. Her company possessed assets exceeding hundreds of billion in Dhord City, making her a tycoon in the business world! Moreover, she was also the heiress of the Morrison family in Dhord City. Countless elite bachelors, real estate tycoons, and wealthy heirs had pursued her, but she remained single. She always maintained a cool demeanor, earning her the title of "Ice Queen"!

From the past until now, Natash Yael has been like a lingering shadow. When my sister went to great lengths to introduce Jaclyn Dills to me, I knew that this man would be the one for me in this lifetime. Always holding my head high, known as the "Ice Queen" at school, I carefully presented myself to Jaclyn Dills. I had to showcase not only my elegant beauty but also make him recognize my abilities.

"What matters is that they clearly forgot who I am." Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Which is?" I pushed back to standing, my blazer tightening around me, back as rigid as steel. "The Ice Queen." She flinches. "Okay, that was overdone Thought you didn’t like the name?" "Maybe I do." I turned away from the window where the city looked somewhat calm despite the chaos below. "Let Phoenix rise. Let them try. When I fall, I don't just stand up." My reflection hardened. "I burn everyone who crosses my path."

“Surprise? Do not, for I just tamed him.” Having fun and taking the entire scene as a game and in deed. The queen’s eyes darken into its deep color, as her pride is cross and her short list of persons that she shouldn’t trust points all the way and completely to him. She immediately and swiftly cast a spell, turning the air around her into a mist, surrounded her hand into the crystal form of ice as it turns into an ice sword, replicating the ability of the holder of elemental ice and of the God Capricorn.

I replied, my voice expressionless. "You speak like an omega, not an alpha," she sneered. "Jewel," the Queen interrupted sharply, I recognized Jewel's type. Arrogant. Proud. Always clamoring to be the loudest voice in the room. Although technically a beta, she moved as if the world was in her debt. Her pride could pierce the sky. Looking at the Queen, I said quietly, "You brought me here just to be insulted by your niece?" "No, no, certainly not!" Queen Helen replied hastily.

She tried to spot the queen about whom she has heard many interesting things. People says she is the most powerful living creature on the earth. She is a witch, werewolf, vampire and one part of her is a human too which was unbelievable and incredible. Eira also heard that the queen is a walking definition of Beauty and the innocence. Eira was in a dilemma that how can someone be the most powerful living being on the planet yet innocent.

With the wife he mourned who was close enough to reach in three days' ride. Perhaps I was as cold as everyone believed. Perhaps keeping them apart was the act of a monster rather than a queen. But monsters won wars. And I intended to win everything. I dressed in robes that marked me as northern royalty, layers of white fur and silver thread that made me look like a winter incarnate, just as how they see me. The ice queen. . As I prepared to face the Council that thought they still controlled me, I pushed thoughts of Daphne and Aldric and Milo into the depths where they could not interfere.

Charged with an accusation I hadn’t spoken but now had to carry. So I built a wall. Cold. Straight-backed. Expressionless. I had already learned the price of softness. It had gotten me dragged through fire, drugged at a party, nearly expelled. No — softness had no place in my life anymore. So I became something else. The Ice Queen. Every day was an act. I woke up, ironed my uniform until it was crisp enough to cut, pulled my hair back so tight it ached, and walked through those halls like marble carved into the shape of a girl.

She settled into it and quickly waved at the maid by the corner. “Get her a drink,” she said urgently, and the lady in question quickly exited, rushing out to get me a drink just as she mentioned. I couldn't stop staring at the queen. She indeed had such a great personality, but I was still in awe of her simplicity and how easygoing she was. The books I've read about her don't mention these things. The articles rather paint her as a scary, lonely villain who is stressed out by leadership and has zero empathy to give. She looked up at me, and I almost melted in her intense gaze. “I must say congratulations again, Ivy. I'm proud of what you have been doing in my city. First of its kind from th

To others I might be their knight in shining armour, their Olaf from Frozen because of his happy and shinning personality, their Steve Rogers from avengers, or their batman from justice league because of their drive to right the wrong but I know deep down that I'm not and will never be. I have secrets no one knows about, secrets that'd get anyone running far away from me with their shoes in their hands when they find out, and a past that's so haunting and terrifying I've been trying years to erase and wipe out of existence but nightmares have a thing of coming back to haunt my dreams. "Mr Teo, how was your short nap?" She asks angelically and I notice the dress she was wearing. The black dre