Icy Wicy Novels & Stories

Lance, a Mafia Boss, a man with an iron fist and dispensing harsh justice to anyone who disobeyed his law. He was feared by men and desired by women, but his heart was frozen, kept hidden behind thick icy walls. All that changed when Bella came crashing into his life. Bella was an ordinary woman, but she had a big heart and was determined to break through Lance’s cold walls. She showed him a whole new perspective on the world and slowly melted his frozen heart. Although Lance was wary of opening himself up to Bella, he found himself wanting to be closer to her. Their relationship was tested when Bella’s brother, a petty criminal, was caught in one of Lance’s raids. Lance was determined to punish him according to his law, but Bella begged him to spare her brother’s life. In the end, Lance decided to show mercy, and Bella was deeply grateful. The couple’s relationship blossomed and Lance opened himself up to Bella, revealing his true self. He started to become more caring and compassionate and was no longer the cold-hearted Mafia Boss. Their relationship had a positive efect on Lance’s business. He became more lenient, particularly when it came to punishing those who hurt women or children. This made him even more respected in the city and soon he was known as the kind-hearted Mafia Boss. Bella and Lance’s relationship was not formed without its challenges. They had to keep their relationship a secret due to the danger and scrutiny that would come with it, but eventually they decided to make it public. Despite the disapproval of their families and the danger it posed to them both, will they stay together and continue to love each other's flaws?

Zara James thought she had it all—a promising journalism career, a passion for uncovering the truth, and the guts to expose the powerful. But when her exposé on a corrupt politician backfires, her world comes crashing down. Blacklisted, penniless, and humiliated, Zara is desperate to rebuild her shattered life. Enter Adrian Cross, a tech billionaire with a reputation as ruthless as it is alluring. Adrian’s empire is on the verge of collapse, thanks to a scandal tied to his enigmatic and estranged brother, Nathaniel. Desperate to salvage his public image, Adrian offers Zara an irresistible deal: become his fake fiancée, and he’ll give her the exclusive story that could redeem her career. It’s a win-win—or so it seems. Thrown into a world of glittering galas, high-stakes boardrooms, and shadowy secrets, Zara quickly realizes Adrian is hiding more than just a tarnished reputation. Beneath his icy exterior lies a man haunted by betrayal, bound by dark ties to his family’s criminal empire. As their staged romance starts to feel dangerously real, Zara finds herself torn between her growing feelings for Adrian and the truth she’s determined to uncover. But Adrian isn’t the only one with secrets. Ethan Blackwood, a charming stranger who sweeps Zara off her feet, has his own hidden agenda—one that ties him to her worst enemy. Caught in a web of lies, power plays, and dangerous alliances, Zara must navigate the treacherous waters of love and ambition. When betrayal strikes from all sides, Zara faces an impossible choice: trust the man who’s kept her in the dark or risk everything for the one who might be playing her.

How can someone fall in love when they don't even know who they are? At the age of ten, she was left at the orphanage without any recollection of who she was and where she came from. Twenty years later, Clara now the CEO of her own security company, SST, provides top-of-the-line security systems and technology that stamps out the competition. If only they could get the biggest shipping company in the country to upgrade their outdated system. But it seems that the CEO, Sebastian Colfer, will do everything to thwart their efforts. Or so it seems. Behind his icy demeanor, he has a hidden agenda. The mystery surrounding her appearance at the orphanage keeps her busy these days, and having somebody in her life is not part of her plan. ---=--- This book is purely fictional. Any similarities with people in real life are purely coincidental. ---=--- Sitting in the back seat of the car, Clara could feel the heat emanating from his body. His legs were spread out a little too wide, and they were rubbing against her outer thigh. She tried not to let it affect her, but his arm seemed to graze hers every time the car moved, and that unnerved her a little. They were sitting a little too close if you asked her. She tried to get away from him, as far as the space could allow, but her brother won't cooperate. He scolded her to stop squirming. She was just trying to find a comfortable position that would keep their body parts from touching. Sebastian was tormenting her and she's had enough, elbowing her brother she told him to switch places with her. ‘Are you scared of me?’ Sebastian whispered.

The woman Lucas Kingston kept by his side was pregnant. When I found out, I was shocked to realize that she was just as far along as I was. In front of me, she gently caressed her rounded belly before settling herself onto Lucas’s lap. "I heard that Miss Carter’s equestrian skills rival those of men. I’m quite curious and would love to see it for myself. Lucas, could you ask her to give us a demonstration? “If she manages to please me…" She leaned in closer to him, her voice seductive. "Tonight, you can have whatever you want." Lucas’s gaze turned icy as it landed on me. Though he said nothing, everyone present understood his intent. My face drained of color as I pleaded desperately, "Lucas, please don’t do this! I’ll lose the baby!" Laughter rippled through the crowd, while Lucas merely looked at me with disdain. "If you lose it, you can always have another. Now get on the horse! If you can’t entertain her properly, don’t even think about leaving this racetrack tonight!" The moment his words left his mouth, several people grabbed me and forced me onto the saddle. The startled horse reared and took off in a frenzy. Every jolt sent unbearable pain through my abdomen. I glanced back. From the viewing platform, the two of them were already locked in a passionate embrace. Clutching the reins with all my strength, I forced a bitter smile. This was the seventh time. And the last. From that moment on, I would never humiliate myself for anyone again.

I'm Alessia Moretti, the most arrogant principessa in the entire underworld of Nuvak. All the mafia heirs hope to take my hand in marriage, and yet I can't be bothered to even spare them a glance. Everyone claims that Vito Luca is the only man who can tame my wild streak. After all, the youngest and most cold-blooded Don in Nuvak always deals with the aftermath of the chaos I've caused as well as shields me from all the bullets that are shot in my direction. I thought my passionate love for Vito had melted the icy defenses of his heart. That is, until I overhear him speaking with his subordinate. It turns out that the biggest lie Vito has ever told is the one he had told me in my face—that he doesn't have a loved one whom he can't be with. Only then do I realize that the marriage alliance between our families is nothing but a transaction from the very start. I'm just a tool meant for Vito to get his hands on life-saving medicine. But ultimately, I'm the obstacle that stands between Vito and his first love. Everyone thinks that I'll beg Vito to return to my side while wailing at the top of my lungs. But what they don't know is that I, Alessia Moretti, have always viewed romance as a piece of pretty but unnecessary accessory. Since Vito has chosen his first love, I shall choose freedom. That's when I turn on my heel and leave without casting him another glance. But after I leave Vito's life, the latter, known for his overwhelming influence in the underworld, has gone completely crazy.

Chiara De Santis has spent her entire life surviving monsters. Raised in a brutal mafia family where obedience meant survival, she learned early that resistance only led to pain. But when her father forces her into an arranged marriage with the infamous Don Salvatore Romano, Chiara discovers the nightmare is far worse than she imagined. Because she must assume the identity of her dead older sister, Isabella. Soon, she and her daughter are thrust into one of the most feared families in America where she meets Don Salvatore's nephew with icy cold eyes and secrets of his own, Stefano Romano. Cold, sharp-tongued, and impossible to read, Stefano warns Chiara that she has no allies in the Romano mansion. Yet he becomes the very person she cannot stop thinking about. Stefano Romano has always understood the rules of his world: never hesitate, never trust, never let emotion interfere with business. His hunger for power is something that cannot be tamed and soon, everything changes when he meets his uncle's new bride. Her existence is a threat to every plan he has ever made. But somehow, he keeps saving the woman he is supposed to want dead, every time. As violence closes in around the family and old enemies emerge from the shadows, Chiara realizes her fake identity may not be the only secret hidden within the Romano empire. Every glance from Stefano feels like a threat. Every touch feels forbidden. And every passing day pulls her deeper into a world of bloodshed, betrayal, and dangerous desire. But how can she resist this blue-eyed mafia soldier when he insists on digging into every secret she wants hidden?

He watched her for a long moment, the anger in his eyes unmistakable. She imagined he was thinking of ways to punish her, but nothing prepared her for what he said next. "Strip." It was one word, but she doubted if she heard him correctly the first time, was he really going to punish her? "What… what was that?" She asked innocently. "Strip, Nancy." "I won't." "So you refuse me, I see." he said it lightly, the evil smile still playing on his lips. "That will not stop me from having you though" "You won't." She said firmly "Won't I?" She had expected to arouse his anger tonight, but nothing prepared her for the icy rage that contorted his features and the resentment and coldness in his eyes. "Has he touched you yet?" Derek asked suddenly, his eyes still hard on her and his look ever so cold. "Depends on the kind of touch you mean," She replied in a soft, tempting voice, "He has touched me in certain ways. But you are my husband and I should not be telling you that.” "No," he returned coldly. "We are just master and slave, nothing else links us.” ***** Forced to marry against their will, Nancy must not only prove to Derek Lincoln that she was never his lost betrothed, but she must also prove to the parents of his real betrothed that she is not their daughter. But when a man is this beautiful and yet so arrogant, God knows loving him could not be so difficult. Except he is strongly involved with his mistress, who would give anything to have him, even if it meant killing his present wife. But was he worth it? Nay. To him, she is just a personal whore.

Danica Jones is a fierce, talented hockey player who has fought her entire life to be taken seriously in a male-dominated sport. When she becomes the first and only woman to make the university’s elite Division I men’s hockey team, she expects resistance — but nothing prepares her for Captain Caleb Ruiz. Caleb is the arrogant, brooding, and undeniably gifted team captain who rules the ice with an iron fist and a permanent scowl. From the moment Danica steps onto his rink, he makes it brutally clear that he doesn’t want her there. His sharp words cut deep, yet his actions tell a different story: during practice he deliberately traps her against the boards, his hard, gear-clad body pressing intimately into hers under the guise of “fixing her stance.” The tension between them is immediate, electric, and dangerously forbidden. When a housing crisis forces Danica to move into the hockey team house — right next door to Caleb — their icy glares and biting arguments quickly spiral into something far more intense. Late-night hallway collisions, shared showers, and accidental touches turn into stolen, frantic encounters. What begins as pure hatred and resentment slowly melts into raw, addictive lust, and eventually into something deeper. As they navigate secret hookups in the locker room, risky hotel room nights during away games, jealous rages, and the constant threat of the team finding out, Caleb and Danica must confront the truth: the arrogant captain doesn’t hate that she’s on his team — he hates how desperately he needs her, both on the ice and in his bed.

The moment I discover I'm pregnant, Courtney Smith, the leukemia patient I saved three years ago, turns up on my doorstep once again. She claims that her leukemia has relapsed again, so she wants me to abort my baby in order to save her life again. But I'm pregnant with my deceased police husband's baby. So, I tell her that I can only donate my bone marrow to her once I've given birth to my baby. After hearing my answer, not only do Courtney and her family not feel any gratitude toward me, but they also berate me for not helping them out till the end. "You can still have another baby once you lose this one! But if your pregnancy affects my illness in any way, will you be able to take responsibility over this?" Then, the Smiths abduct me to a shady hospital, where they forcibly put me through an abortion and remove my bone marrow. While their operation is a success, my baby and I end up dying on the surgical table. As they gaze at our corpses, the Smiths' faces are plastered with icy expressions. "Don't blame us for what we did. If you were the one with leukemia, we'd still make Court donate her bone marrow to you. One's life is determined by fate. If you can't survive, that just means you're fated to die." When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the timeframe three days before Courtney finds out about her leukemia relapse.

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"