Ice Queen's Regret Novels & Stories

"You let me touch the Queen. How am I supposed to go back to being a Ghost now?" ​I didn't answer. I ran. ​POV: Elias ​I watched the silver blur of her Porsche roar out of the clearing, kicking up a cloud of dust that tasted like expensive exhaust and regret. ​I leaned back against my car, my chest tightening. My skin still felt the ghost of her touch—the way she’d shivered when I whispered her name, the way her "Ice Queen" mask had shattered into a thousand pieces in the dark. ​She called it disgusting. She called me a mistake.

I told her the truth. "Nothing usable," I said. "Four days and nothing usable." "That is normal," she said. "It does not feel normal. It feels like the seven years broke something that does not come back." "It is not broken," Elena said. "It is frozen. There is a difference. Frozen things thaw. They do not require rebuilding. They require time and the right conditions." "And if the right conditions take longer than Léa's patience lasts?" "Léa has worked with three designers who produced nothing for their first two weeks and became exceptional," Elena said. "She knows what the beginning looks like. Let it be the beginning."

"Everyone in the Loop knows exactly what she did. The Ice Queen didn't win that merger through strategy. She managed to seduce Xavier Vane by throwing herself into his bed the second she realized Arthur was losing his grip on the Crestview holdings. She used a pregnancy to lock down a billionaire because she knew her own family name wouldn't keep her on the board." I froze, my hand automatically dropping to my lower abdomen beneath the cream knit. A cold, dangerous stillness washed over me, the sharp, calculating instinct of the Crestview legacy locking into place. "She’s pathetic," the voice continued, accompanied by the clink of a champagne flute. "She thinks she’s untouchable now just bec

Chloe interjected, lowering her gaze to conceal her emotions. Icarus was filled with indescribable excitement. "Are you for real, Chloe?" "Yes." She owed Icarus so much, and she was willing to make an effort to fall in love with him. Icarus joyfully held Chloe's hand. "Chloe, you're incredible. Everything I've done has been worthwhile." Regina pouted, displaying her displeasure. 'This divorced woman carries herself with an air of superiority as if she’s so noble.’ Chloe suppressed the urge to break free and forced a smile onto her face.

Her gaze held a touch of iciness as she stared at Sean. "Of course it is." Sean shot back. His gaze returned to its cold indifference. What else could he do? Was he supposed to return to being that presumptuous person in the past? Was he supposed to let Blake reject him again while he told himself that he wasn't worthy of her or of showing up at her wedding? Upon seeing the smile on his face, Melania shook her head in disappointment. "It seems that I've misjudged you, Sean." "Yeah, you've misjudged me." His tone grew colder upon sensing the disappointment in her gaze.

The silver crown encrusted with diamonds and black gems. “No,” I murmur, tears leaking down the corners of my eyes and trickling to my hairline. “Please. I don’t want to do this. I can’t do this. Please let me go. I have a child. That’s not my crown. It can never be mine.” “Maybe not now.” Deimos looks at the crown and sets it down on the table before picking the book up. “But after this, you will be my Queen, and everything will be yours.”

My ex-partner stood up, slightly embarrassed, but his eyes expressed a mixture of respect, recognition, and deep regret. ÉRIC Each step I take towards her weighs on me like centuries of remorse. I lost her, betrayed her, and for months I looked for excuses, for ways to see her again, to tell her how much I regretted it. But seeing her now… in this setting, in this grandeur, in this power… my heart tightens. She is no longer the fragile woman I knew. She is a queen, sovereign of her life. And I… I am beside her, tiny, insignificant, a ghost from her past.

Alicia could not hold in the sob that escaped her lips, she regretted everything. She regretted knowing him, ever setting her eyes on him, falling for him, and trying to betray her family for him. He was the only one she loved with everything she just could not feel anything at all, just the trauma of his disloyalty. Alicia was no longer interested in saving herself nor in her explanation worth anything. The Queen gave the order "Guards seize her! She will serve a year in prison, and after that, she is no longer going to be regarded in our coven." The queen declared as she turned her back away from Alicia.

“Your friends? Since when did the famed Ice Queen of the Capital start making friends? This… this is outrageous—and downright hilarious!” Crystal’s expression didn’t waver, but the air around her seemed to grow colder. Her icy blue eyes locked onto Santigo with a penetrating gaze that made him take an involuntary step back. Crystal’s expression darkened further. She took a deliberate step forward, her aura shifting dramatically. The chill of her presence became palpable, the Ice Queen’s formidable reputation manifesting before everyone’s eyes. Her voice was cold and commanding as she retorted, “And what exactly do you plan to do about it, Santigo? Let me remind you—without permission, you’re

"Get out of his body. Now." The King-in-Killian smiled. It was a cruel, beautiful expression that made my heart shatter. "This body is a masterpiece of regret, Silver Queen. It is so full of holes that I could fit an entire empire inside it. He wants me here. It is his penance for failing you." The "face-slap" of that truth was the ultimate weapon. Killian’s own guilt was the anchor holding the King in place. "Give me the girl, Elena. Give me the Triple-Bind, and I will let this husk go. I will leave him here with you, a broken man for a broken queen. Is that not the 'regret' you wanted?"