Ice Queen Personality Novels & Stories

Luna is amazing and I can actually see myself falling head first into the canyon called love. I lift her chin up with my finger and I lean in and kiss her, the kiss is soft and sweet. I want her to feel all the emotions that are bottled up in me, the emotions that I do not know how to give voice to. I really care about her. I do not just find her attractive, she is hot but she is an amazing person. Her personality is wonderful, she cares about other people’s feelings. She would rather others be happy and be protected than she herself. She is already showing signs of being a great Queen. She is truly perfect and the fact that she knows this and hates it just makes her more perfect.

He shakes his head, “As much as she wanted it, no. Though I was prepared to let her have control.” “Right. But we talked about this. Being a Queen wasn’t…..” He cocks an eyebrow at me and I didn’t know how to finish the sentence. I was someone who had a terrible childhood. I wasn’t even nineteen yet. I wasn’t the right person for the role. “Yes you are.” He grins as he reads my mind. “Your history shows exactly why you are perfect for it. You kept fighting even after everything. You care about the pups and want to defend them. You live your life wanting to protect others over yourself. Especially those that need it. You are strong willed, stubborn and beautiful.”

“What exactly are you trying to do, Claudia?” I confronted her in a lowered voice. Her smile widened happily. “What am I trying to do? Of course… I’m trying to win you back.” She leaned in close to me, her breath warm against my ear. “Jayden, you were willing to change for me before. “Now, I can change myself for you.” … Her words left everyone in the room speechless. Who was Claudia Yates? She was the legendary “Ice Queen”!

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

she’s the Queen of the Jager and subsequently MTP now! Elvira let out a cold, sharp laugh. “A queen? No, Ginger. She’s a target. If Khaid has brought a sheep into a house of wolves, he hasn't protected her. He’s just invited the butchers to dinner.” She swirled her drink, a cruel glint finally appearing in her eyes. “Let her play house. It makes it so much easier to find her when the floorboards start to catch fire.” ★ Qye paced the length of her quarters in Metropaul’s residence, her soles clicking silently like erratic gunfire against the marble. She was a woman who lived for control, and today, the world was spinning out of her orbit.

Moreau's polished accent. Deja stopped cold. "Did you just say 'aight'?" "Isn't that what the kids say?" Mrs. Moreau asked innocently. "I'm twenty-four, not sixteen," Deja muttered. "And you're scaring me." The ride to Moreau Logistics was mercifully quiet, giving Deja time to rehearse her Ice Queen persona. Cool, detached, professionally distant. No emotions, no chaos, no accidentally helping people. Just cold corporate efficiency that would make people uncomfortable and eventually dislike her. "No chaos today. Just spreadsheets and shade. Ice Queen. Not Hot Mess. Ice Queen."

What does that even mean? She’s a Seelie Queen who rules over less than five hundred people, but she’s also a sweet woman who loves cheesecake and cracks lame jokes. There’s the tough fighter side of her, then there’s the woman who becomes putty in my hands when I kiss her. The Queen who wanted to go up against me, who planned my downfall for years. The Queen who would fight for her people, who would give up her own happiness to keep them safe… and the woman who did just that when she rejected me.

She mumbled making him nod his head in defeat, he didn't want to argue with his queen. He stared at her for some time as she investigated the box trying to see everything, she looked like a curious little kitten trying to see if her food was completely fetched or not. How did his king ended up getting such an innocent queen? He always thought if Ezekiel ever got a mate she will be just like him. Ambitious, greedy for power, and having a ruthless wolf but seeing this little woman in front of him he couldn't understand why the moon goddess would pair them? They literally were poles apart. Like fire and water.

Like a dog, she thought to herself but when Hegi pulled the chair out and she made to sit until a sharp voice from the door halted her. "You will not sully the queen's seat with your filthiness." All eyes in the hall turned to the presence at the door. Mare remembered her from the painting she had stopped to stare at on the day of the Dragon's birth celebration, the day when her troubles truly began. It was the princess of Arlankis and her golden hair, much like the prince's was pulled back. Hers was twisted into a series of complicated braids, short tendrils of unruly hair framed a perfectly boned face. Her eyes, like the rest of the family, were an icy blue that spoke volumes of her hatred

It's just shocking to compare it to me. I master my behavior. Don't tell me Queen Snow has a war freak. Maybe not, right? It's so beautiful, it's impossible. "You say that because you don't know Queen Snow... You're just a little bit worse." It said more. I don't know if this is a good thing to say or not. Just thinking that it's my habit makes me cringe. I know that I am not kind. Often, I also have insanity. I admit that because I'm a gangster and I don't know how to deal with people with a personality like mine.