Ice Queen's Regret Novels & Stories

"It took me a year to come up with a plan to take the throne back. To get my revenge. So, I came up with a plan. I returned. I returned and took the throne. And I became the queen everyone feared. I wanted so much to have her killed, but it was forbidden. I would be killed if I did that. She had caused me so much pain. She had taken my beloved mate from me. My daughter away from me and made my life miserable. And for that, she had to pay. "But, no. Instead, she got banished. She was banished and she died a horrible death. I wanted to celebrate, but it was short lived. I had to be strong, so I was. My biggest regret was leaving you alone. But, the only thing that made me happy was knowing you

And the fact that he made her smile. Regina doesn't smile and especially not at men. She immediately hates any man who tries to get close to her because they always have a motive. What the fuck did that clown tell her? I know he's planning on running for mayor and is looking for a sponsor. Which is why I have a meeting with him today at two. I'll fucking give him all the money he wants but with the exception that he doesn't go anywhere near her. Or I could just kill him. She'd be pissed with me for a few days but eventually get over it. The Black Queen doesn't get attached to anything or anyone. On my way out, I grab Ceasario. "Drive my mother to her house. I don't care what you do but make

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.

"I shouldn't have any more relations with any man. But I was foolish. I made the same mistake again. Forgive me." "Elice." With her eyes closed tightly, Elice thought it would be better if there was no tomorrow for her. She hoped it would all end that very night. In the midst of anger, sadness, and regret, Elice knew what caused her the most pain. For the umpteenth time, she made Wilda feel the pain of a parent. Deep in Elice's heart, it was regret that made her feel like a complete failure. Regret that made her realize something - that she truly was a useless woman in this life.

"I don't know the truth of twenty years ago, Elena. But I know the truth of today. I am here. I am bleeding with you. And I will burn the world down to keep you safe—even if I have to burn my own father’s legacy to do it." In the distance, the gala music continued to play, a jaunty, upbeat tune that felt like a mockery of the tragedy unfolding in the heart of the Spire. The Empress had her crown, and she had her King, but the foundation of her empire was made of ash and lies. Elena stood up, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her blood-stained hand. The "Ice Queen" was gone. In her place was a woman who had nothing left to lose but her son.

The projection was pre-recorded, but it felt terrifyingly present. "Hello, little sister," The Crow’s distorted, metallic voice echoed in the cavernous space. "I see you’ve opened grandfather’s gift. Such a tragic, bloody history we share. Elias burned our father alive, and then he stole you the crown jewel of the Vane Empire and forced you to live like a common corporate peasant." Zara stepped forward, her fear evaporating, replaced by the lethal, sub-zero fury of the Ice Queen. "I am not a Vane. And I am not your sister."

Nothing did. Regret clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t escape. Every memory replayed over and over again, each one sharper, more painful than the last. My desperation, my greed, my need to have what wasn’t mine, it had led me here. To this. To nothing. I had ruined her life and in doing so, I had destroyed my own beyond repair. There was no going back. There was no fixing this.

The Queen Regent quipped as she took the cooler to the sink to dump the ice water. "Actually, Mother, my progress is from finally getting a chance to say goodbye to my husband, thanks to a European witch friend. But yes, I'm drinking less & making plans for war. We will need the vampires as well. They have the speed. Summon them back to the states please. I would but last time I saw Frankie he and Bryan almost fought in my foyer so I would rather they not come here. Get them into the city to await further instructions." My little witch queen mate ordered her mother. "Why am I not surprised that even without your memories you and Frankie managed to find eachother. Have you told your husband a

“Things… from before. If we were truly granted a second life, like you believe, what if she…?” I clenched my jaw. The idea haunted me. The guilt was a rot I couldn’t scrub clean. If she did remember everything — the cruelty, the indifference, the betrayal — how could she ever love me again? “I have to earn her back,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone. Elvis cleared his throat. “Then start by looking into Freya. She’s been… unpredictable.” I nodded. It was time to start peeling back the layers of this rotten palace.

What if she hurt him? What if she spins lies into my boy's head and turns him against me? I palmed my head as the thoughts ravaged my heart, my soul. I should have kept my mouth shut. I should not have lost my anger. I should have hung up immediately I agreed to donate my kidney. Wave after wave of regret coursed through me, and I didn't wipe the tears that dripped down my face. I maintained that position for a long while, losing myself in the maelstrom of emotions coursing through me.