Icy Manipulator Novels & Stories

Amber Adams lives a simple and sheltered life under the loving care of her grandmother in a modest rural area. Unbeknownst to Amber, her life is about to change drastically when she finds herself reluctantly agreeing to marry the enigmatic Devlin Wesley. Devlin, Wesley is a self-made billionaire in his youthful prime. Haunted by his grandmother's dying wish, he is forced to marry the granddaughter of his late grandmother's cherished confidante. However, driven by his personal turmoil and a desire for revenge, he sees Amber merely as a pawn in his game. Will Amber's kind heart and innocence melt the icy walls surrounding Devlin's heart? Can love triumph over vengeance? Journey alongside Devlin and Amber, as they find their way through the intricate maze of their hearts, torn between a blossoming love and burning hatred.

I haven't had my period in two months, and my mom assumes I must be pregnant. So, she marches me off to see a doctor. Of all people, the doctor on duty turns out to be my ex—the one I dumped two months ago. His face betrays nothing, his voice icy as he says, "Lie on the exam table. Lift your shirt and pull your pants down." When I don't follow his instructions quickly enough, he impatiently pulls my pants down himself. But once the curtain is drawn, he takes off his glasses and hovers over me. "We didn't even go all the way. So, why haven't you had your period in two months?"

In the third year of my relationship with Jason Chase, he told me he wanted to give me an unforgettable birthday. I never expected that that would mean pressing me onto the icy ground and letting other men humiliate me. I lifted my head with difficulty, trembling as I clutched at the hem of his pants. I asked, "Jason… why?" He looked at me with contempt and kicked me away without any hesitation. He said icily and ruthlessly, "Christine Light, this is for Lisa. I've been waiting a long time to avenge her." I closed my eyes as my heart shattered into a million pieces. Later, just as he wished, I decided to end my life. But then, he broke down in tears, begging me not to leave him.

Valerie My own image haunts me Two billionaires deceived me and broke my heart just because of my face. Now the woman who stole their hearts smiles blissfully as I'm forced to plan her wedding. Drew threatens to ruin me if I break my silence. Aiden's volatile nature scares me. But I am worth more than a borrowed life. My once hopeful heart now burns with an icy flame. I will reduce their empire to embers. Their lies will have ruinous consequences. I am Valerie. When Valerie's heart is shattered by two men and she is forced to plan a wedding for one of them she swears revenge to ruin them for life. But will Valerie escape the trap these two billionaires that have caught her in? Or will exposing their lies ruin her too?

He bought me back like you buy a car. Now… I belong to him. When her father loses everything gambling, Léna finds herself sold to a wealthy stranger to pay off his debts. She thinks it's a bad joke… until she recognizes the icy gaze of the man before her. Ilyès Blackwood. The man she slapped in public two years earlier after a disturbing night she'd rather forget. The man she's never seen again. The man who hates her. He wants neither her love nor her respect. He wants her submission. Her silence. And her body. He'll do whatever it takes to make her his entirely, with or without her consent.

"Don't stop now, Daddy. Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" Lona whispered wickedly, her fingers tracing playful patterns across his broad chest. Revan met her gaze with a flat, icy stare—the kind of coldness that only served to fuel the fire between them. "You're the one who started this, Lona. Don't go regretting it when I refuse to let you go." "I never regret anything," she challenged, her breath hitching as Revan pulled her sharply against his waist. "Good," Revan hissed, his voice dropping to a chilling edge. "Because to me, you're just a noisy little toy. Shut up and take your punishment." Lona gasped, completely losing herself to the raw power of her young stepfather.

The weather is -4 degrees Fahrenheit in Snow Park. The menstrual cramps are too much for me to handle, so I can only crouch beside the snow paths in order to rest. The new beautiful ski instructor, Sandy Hatfield, who Owen Schultz has hired, skid to a stop all of a sudden. The flurry of ice and snow gets splashed onto my face as a result. "Oh my, the snow quality here really is amazing! Unlike a certain someone, whose health is weaker than that of an average child…" Sandy takes off her snow goggles before flipping the bird at me tauntingly. "A dainty maiden like you should just go home and enjoy the heater. Don't take up precious space on the snow paths!" Unable to take it anymore, I grab my ski pole and try to strike Sandy with it. The next thing I know, Owen comes skidding in my direction on his snowboard and quickly shields Sandy from me. In doing so, he knocks me to the icy ground. He frowns at me, his voice colder than the icy winds. "Sandy is a professional athlete. What she did is a professional ski move. Can you stop being unreasonable?" As I slump on the ground, I find myself staring at a pink turtle cushion hanging from Sandy's hip. That was a cushion I’d sewn for Owen over three sleepless nights before this trip, with a safety charm hidden inside.. Back then, Owen thinks this charm is childish-looking and embarrassing, so he has tossed it into the boot without looking at it. Sandy follows my line of sight and feels the turtle cushion near her hip. Then, she brushes the snow off the charm with a scowl on her face. "Owen told me that this is a piece of garbage that's taking up space at home. So, it serves as my cushion now. I don't think even old ladies are prone to making such lame crafts nowadays, right Brooke?"

On Christmas Eve, Elena's world shatters when she catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend. Heartbroken and humiliated, she flees into the snowy night... only to collide with a stranger whose icy presence sends her ex running in fear. Before she can ask who he is, the man declares her his, and kisses her with a passion that ignites something deep within. Then everything goes dark. Elena wakes up in a strange place, surrounded by people calling her "Luna." Trapped in a supernatural world she doesn't understand, mated to a powerful Alpha who refuses to let her go, Elena must navigate ancient rivalries, dangerous secrets, and a jealous woman determined to destroy her. What began as a festive night of celebration becomes a haunting journey of love, power, and survival. And Elena must decide; fight for her freedom or embrace a destiny written in the stars.

A new sparks ignites Alanna's boring life when she gets unceremoniously kidnapped and taken to the underworld where she meets Zeron, a demon who is the king of the ice witches. Alanna thinks she has heard it all until she discovers that the king has been terminally ill for centuries and is dangerously controlled by his darkness, as a result of a curse that had been placed on him as a child. Furthermore, Alanna finds out that she is the king's cure and in order for the king to be free from the curse, she has to bond with him in every way, including marriage. Having nothing to lose, she agrees to help the king. Soon, she's falling in love with him. But will her innocent love be enough to save him? Will her passion remain unrequited, or will she finally succeed in breaking the icy walls surrounding the demon king's cold heart?

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."