Ice Queen's Regret Novels & Stories

I blurt out, touching her cheeks with my thumbs, "Are you okay? Is it just the... the pregnancy? I mean, is this sickness something I should be worried about or is it normal?" Isabella goes quiet for a couple of seconds, then her eyes water and it completely breaks my heart because she starts crying right here while I'm holding her, but then the crying stops and she blinks, going rigid in just a second. Nothing good lasts forever, I guess. The Ice Queen is back in all of her glory. "What the fuck are you doing here?" she spits out and pushes me as she moves away, her eyes shooting flames at me, "Get the fuck out now."

The queen's impatience was palpable, her desire to exert control evident in the lines etched on her face. "The King wishes to prolong my suffering," Faith replied, her voice steady as she wove a careful web of words. "As I lack a wolf, he likely intends to reject me on the night of the Red Moon, ensuring I experience the utmost agony when others are indulging in the joy of mating." A flicker of satisfaction danced in Selena's eyes, a glimmer of twisted pleasure at Faith's imagined torment. The faint smile that graced her lips sent a chill down Faith's spine, a reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the future queen's regal facade.

"But I need you to understand something, Ymir. The pack isn't the same as when you left. Ezekiel is struggling. The pack is fractured. Marilyn is losing control—and she's desperate. Desperate people do reckless things." I felt a flicker of something—not satisfaction, not quite. But close. "Good," I said. Iris looked up, her eyes sharp. "What do you mean?" I stepped closer to her, feeling the heat of the mark on my shoulder pulse beneath my clothes. "Ezekiel needs to see what he lost. Marilyn needs to see what she can't have. And the pack needs to see who I really am." I held her gaze. "I'm not going back to beg. I'm not going back to plead. I'm going back to claim what's mine. To show them t

Xavier turned to her, hands warm at her waist. “I love you, Ice Queen,” he murmured. She rested her forehead against his. “I love you, Fire King.” Later, as the celebrations carried on below, Sophie stood by the window alone for a moment. She thought of chains and shadows. Of fear and survival. Of the girl she had been and the woman she had become. Ice Queen. Not forged by cruelty, but by endurance. She looked back at Xavier, at the life waiting for them, at the future unfolding quietly instead of violently.

Once upon a time you could call us queens of frozen hearts, adamant to keep everyone out of our lives and especially our heart, but right now, we were the queens of perfect lives. THE END <3

It was the first time he realized that the woman he liked and protected for years was nothing but a common gold digger. He pushed Sophie away and yelled at her with suppressed anger and pain. "Get out!" The police dragged the struggling woman out of the old Chilton Mansion. When the doors closed, Noel felt every ounce of energy pulled out of his body. He turned around in despair and met with a familiar pair of eyes. They belonged to Stella. He felt even more depressed at the sight of her. He opened his mouth to call out to her. "Stella…" She ignored him. Stella reached out to Eric with her hand and spoke softly and tenderly.

"Nothing to feel sorry about. I've thought it over, and the best revenge I can have is to succeed on my own and raise my child without him." I nodded in agreement like she could see me. "Yeah, that's really the best revenge. Make him regret ever rejecting you and your baby. I'm so sorry this happened, but you're better off without him, Sabrina. He's an asshole." I tried to reassure her. "Thanks, I really appreciate this " "Please, take care." "Goodbye, Kris." She said softly. "Bingo!" Amelia exclaimed as she adjusted her computer to face me. As I ended the call with Sabrina, my brows furrowed as my eyes scanned the images on the screen that Amelia's search had revealed.

"You know, when Jules heard the news of the baby's death, his reaction wasn't sadness; he was relieved. The next day, he had someone draft a severance package, wanting to give Maddie money to leave New York." "Maddie refused?" "She lost her mind, alright? She was pregnant out of wedlock and stayed with him without any official status. Now he thinks she can just be paid off? The first thing she did when she woke up in the ICU was to find a lawyer to sue Jules. Then one day, Jules was driving on the West Side Freeway, and she was in the passenger seat arguing with him, saying he was irresponsible, that he ruined her youth, that he had ruined her life..."

Overriding everything! I'm truly fucked! “But Dad’s right!” I told myself, forcing the feeling away and claiming back my senses. “To be a great Queen in the future, I must make great sacrifices. This is one of them!” I prompted myself, pushing my body in motion. I was going to do it. I was going to find and reject my mate. I was going to reject my fated half and focus on being the future Queen. I dug through the happy crowd, containing squeals, passionate clinches… and rough sex. But I dug through everything. I was going to do this.

From across the table, Sloane her mother-in-law added, “thankfully, her barren womb served a good purpose. There are no children to complicate the divorce.” Five years of the constant insult and neglect had taught her to develop a thick skin. She would not indulge them with her tears. At that moment, something within her cracked. The final pieces of whatever affection she had for Liam. Obviously, there was no saving the marriage. She would not waste another second mourning what had been lost. “I need a pen to sign.” Liam’s thumb stopped scrolling. For a split second, something flickered over his face. Regret maybe? But before she could place her finger on what it was, Margaret Ashford walked