Icy Wicy Novels & Stories

Elara Hayes had no idea that one night her life would end. Elara is forced into a contract marriage with Alessandro De Luca, the cold, ruthless CEO of a global empire, after being betrayed by her fiancé, burdened by the crushing debts of her family, and cornered by circumstances she can no longer escape. Their marriage is a calculated alliance to the outside world. Alessandro views it as a business arrangement designed to safeguard his position and silence internal threats. It is a cage that Elara never asked to enter. Elara is obligated to learn how to survive in Alessandro's perilous world, which is ruled by power, secrets, and enemies hidden behind polished smiles, and is bound by a contract with strict rules and an even stricter expiration date. She discovers that the man she married is far more complicated than his icy reputation suggests as she struggles to protect her family and maintain her independence. Despite the fact that Alessandro is in charge, guarded, and emotionally untouchable, his focus on Elara grows dangerously intense. What initially appears to be forced proximity gradually develops into an unspoken tension that neither of them is willing to admit. However, secrets do not remain hidden forever. Elara is forced to reevaluate everything, including her marriage, her own heart, and her safety, as resurfaced betrayals and hidden enemies draw near. Additionally, she must make a decision when she discovers information that could cost her everything and bring down Alessandro's empire: When the contract expires, will she terminate it? or put her heart at risk for a man she never intended to love? There are rules in the contract. However, love was not one of them.

It took me ten years to become the right hand to Damian Costello, the Consigliere of the Costello crime family. From a nobody to the woman wearing his engagement ring. But two weeks before the wedding, I decided to throw that ring away. Everyone in the family knew how hard I had fought all these years just to stand by Damian's side. I gave up the chance to become a top trader on Wall Street, willingly becoming Damian's assistant, his shadow. This man was infamous for his coldness and exacting nature, keeping everyone at arm's length. So I hid my sharp edges, spending a decade wearing down his icy exterior with gentleness. I cleansed the blood from every dollar he made. I became a necessity to him, as essential as the air he breathed. I thought that after ten years, I had finally made my presence indispensable. And finally earned what looked, to outsiders, like a glimmer of his affection. The family's notoriously aloof genius actually remembered my birthday. He even made an exception, letting me spend the night in his private study when I was unwell. He didn't even push me away when, emboldened by wine, I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. If the Don's daughter, Isabella, hadn't returned from Italy, I might have kept playing my part, clinging to that false dream forever. But sadly, there are no ‘ifs’. I am going to give up everything here and leave you.

Zeve was bullied and abused in her pack because she was 'different' from the others girls in her pack. Her life was hell with only one spark of hope -- her mate, Chaz Enver. Chaz helped her love herself again, but just when they were about to get married, the strongest alpha also the most dreaded attacked her pack. He not only killed Chaz right before her eyes, but also forced him to reject her before slitting his throat. Fearing him she runs to save her life, but he finds her but not to kill her, but to make her His Luna. Who is this mysterious man? Why is he chasing after Zeve? Why did he forcefully severe their mate bond? Why did he kill Chaz? What will Zeve do when she discovers a little more about the Alpha? What will she do when she finds out that the person she thought to be the villain of her story was actually the one who protected her? Will love spark between them or will the flames of hatred engulf the two hearts? Will the man as cold as perpetual nights, shed his icy walls for Zeve or will he end up becoming her worst nightmare? As the story unfurls fates and destinies take a sharp turn with vampires, magic and mystery of a world where the 'day' is dead and all that's left for warmth in the perpetual night is love. Read to discover the real truth and solve mysteries of a world that hadn't witnessed days for ages and was constantly drowning in nights.

Sold by his own pack like a piece of meat, Omega Kai Ashwood was handed over to the brutal Alpha Knox as payment for a war debt. No one fought for him. Not his parents, not his siblings, not even the alpha he was promised to. For five years, he endured a lot but he finally escaped. He was bleeding, broken, and running for his life. His only hope? Enigma Jax Wilder. The ruthless, untouchable enigma feared by every alpha in existence. The one monster strong enough to keep Knox away. But the cold-hearted Jax has no interest in keeping strays. He plans to heal Kai and send him far away from his territory the moment he’s strong enough. Kai knows the truth: the second he leaves, Knox will hunt him down and finish what he started. With nothing left to lose, Kai makes a dangerous decision. He will seduce the icy enigma. Use every inch of his body, every sweet moan, every drop of his intoxicating heat to make Jax fall for him. If the Enigma claims him, if he falls in love, he’ll never let him go. And no one, not even Knox- would dare challenge an Enigma protecting what’s his. But Jax has been burned before. By an omega who looked just as innocent and used his body to destroy him. Now the real game begins. One desperate omega. One broken enigma. And a seduction that could either save Kai… or destroy them both.

My body sinks, water rushing through my nose and mouth like icy needles. I keep my eyes open, praying for a miracle. And then—he appears. A glowing form slicing through the water like lightning. His ginger hair floats around him, a halo of fire in the depths, dancing like the sea itself. He looks like an angel. My angel. My beautiful, guardian angel. --- Nineteen-year-old Marinette Karnowsky knows life as a bed of thorns and broken glass. Abandoned, abused, and barely surviving college on her own, she’s grown used to pain. But everything changes the day her long-lost stepsister returns—sweeping Marinette away to a strange, stunning house in a town that doesn’t exist on any map. A town where the supernatural breathes beneath every shadow. There, Marinette uncovers truths she never imagined. Her beloved sister is not entirely human—and the town, not entirely safe. As she tries to make sense of it all, Marinette meets her sister’s best friend: a golden-haired boy with a blazing smile and fire in his soul. The deeper she falls, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between them—even if it risks everything, especially her sister’s heart. But their connection runs deeper than attraction. There’s a secret buried in the halls of her new college, one that ties Marinette, her sister, and her mysterious fire-haired prince in ways none of them fully understand. And as that secret begins to surface, so does a destiny Marinette never asked for… and may not survive.

I fucked My husbands Beta. It was a mistake, or not? But I'm addicted. How can't I be? “Daddy… please. Just… ah… like that!” “You're so tight, my little bird. Tell me who owns this!” “You! Daddy… you own it!” Diane is the Luna of the Delta Pack, but her marriage is a cold, hollow lie. For two years, Julian has played the "gentle husband" while leaving her bed empty, letting her believe her infertility is the reason they have no heir. After one final, icy rejection, Diane flees to a dark bar and gives herself to an older stranger who claims her with a hunger that she had never witnessed. The dream ends when she discovers a medical audit: Julian had a vasectomy three months after their wedding. He never wanted a family; he only wanted her father’s throne. on her way to go confront him, she finds something worse—her husband on his knees in the library, submissively serving a man in the dark. But that is not all. The nightmare peaks when Julian introduces the pack’s new Beta: Dom Vormos, her new person guard. The same man from the bar. the one who turned he like a piece of paper, and made her scream DADDY! Trapped between a husband who wants her dead and a Beta who wants her badly, Diane stops being the victim. She would repay Julian for his betrayal and Dom, She would claim him for herself if that is what it takes to be a bad wife.

Erotica, Dark Romance ___ Left with no other choice, former heiress Carla Dawson must work as a stripper in Velvet Steam. She doesn’t wish to fall lower by selling her body to the highest bidder-until his icy finger slid into the wrong place. Carla wants to feel his fingers roaming her virgin walls, a feeling she always thought was beyond her reach. On the other hand, Don Angelo isn’t ready to satisfy the feisty little fox. At least, not yet. Not until she begs and shows him how much she craves his touch. Only then would he accept this temptress and make her his exclusive pet. How long would Carla survive beside Don Angelo when she needs to choose her words carefully, lest a bullet greet her in the next minute? After all, this mafia Don got his heart broken by another, but she gets to pay the price. When she feels she needs to escape his world, she witnesses something that can never be unseen. Now, her only option is to stay or stay. Carla must remain at his side as an obedient pet, even when her mind screams danger!!! For her sickly brother, she would do anything, including giving up her freedom, just to keep him safe. With a harrowing secret hidden from both of them, what would Don Angelo do when he finds out that his favorite pet is his nemesis? Besides, forgiving her would make him the greatest sinner alive.

I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

After my husband's brother died, he took Miranda, his widowed sister-in-law in. He claimed that he would give me his love—but gave all his money to her. He said that since she had no official status, being with him would make her the subject of gossip, so he took her with him and left me behind in the countryside. Every month, he wrote me three love letters, yet sent all his allowance to her. During the famine, she and her two children sat in a warm little house eating well, while my two children died before I could return from selling my blood. One froze to death, the other starved to death. Later, my husband finally came back, but he didn’t shed a single tear for the children. Instead, he told me he wanted a divorce. "Nathalie, to apply for housing, we need a marriage certificate. It hasn’t been easy for Miranda all these years. I want to give her a home. Don’t worry, even if I marry her, I’ll still divorce her afterward—because you’re the only one I love." In the end, I was devastated and threw myself into the icy river. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my children were about to die. This time, I shook them awake, ready to go reclaim everything that was rightfully mine.

My dad, Frank Stanford, was an Alpha. I, Lana Stanford, was his only daughter. The year I turned eighteen, he told me to choose a mate from the nine werewolf warriors he had taken in. I avoided Simon Eaton, the one I used to be obsessed with. In my previous life, I was kidnapped by rogues on the very day of my marking ceremony. When they drove silver nails soaked in wolfsbane through my palms, I endured the agony and sent a desperate plea through our mind link. “Simon, help me.” All I got back was his cold response. “Lana Stanford, are you done yet? Is this another lame trick of yours? “You actually hurt yourself just to get me to come see you? You're disgusting.” I closed my eyes in despair. As the silver cage sank into the frozen lake, icy water filled my lungs. My wolf let out a final, broken cry and died with me. When I woke up again, I'd returned to the day my dad asked me to choose a mate. This time, the very first thing I did was cross Simon’s name off the list. Later, he stood in front of me with tearful eyes and asked why I hadn’t chosen him. I didn’t answer. I just looked at him strangely. “Simon, this time, I did exactly what you wanted. Why are you crying again?”