Jack Frost Heat Miser Novels & Stories

Jasper’s voice was a deep rumble, his blue eyes glowing with warmth, a playful smirk on his lips as he nudged Mara, the dim light casting a faint glow on his face, the trail a shared journey, the chill a test of their bond. “Not a chance, firecracker,” Jasper said, his voice warm, his knuckle scar glinting as he adjusted his axe, the frost crunching under his boots, the breeze biting at his skin, the petrified trees looming around them, the trail a challenge they faced together. “I’m right here with you, Mar. If there’s frost monsters, we’ll melt ‘em together.” He winked, his axe gleaming in the dim light, Boulder rumbling in agreement, the frost dusting his cloak, the trail a test of their

the nun said, and the windows skidded up. I snapped my head to her, and I knew I hadn't said that out loud. How did she know? “Your eyes and body are too expressive. Learn to mask it." And she pressed a button, scented air filled the car, I felt drowsy immediately, and I fell backwards, succumbing to sleep. *FLASHBACKS ENDS* Seven years later and the pain was still fresh and sore like that night. I whimpered, but quickly masked it up when I noticed the jet was almost at its destination; Atticus’s house.

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

“The one with the crooked fire escape and the flower boxes that are always empty because I keep killing the plants.” Frost had a good memory—better than most humans, even without his full powers. He started his journey. The walk to Maple Street felt endless. Every step felt heavier than the last, he couldn’t shake off the memory of Jackson’s face when he’d pushed him away. The hurt in those brown eyes he loved so much. The way his voice had cracked when he’d asked if any of it had meant anything. And all he was able to do was lie. He had looked at the person he claimed he loved with every fiber of his being straight in the eye and told him it didn’t matter. That he didn’t matter.

Or the heat. "You are a bad mother." Frost's voice beside me. I stared for a while, then swallowed. "I know." He shook his head, grabbed my hand like I was five years old. "Come on. Let's go." * * *

[Your five years are up. You've failed your mission. You have 72 hours until your elimination.] I heard the system's cold voice echoing in my head and laughed bitterly as I rejected my boyfriend, Dylan Abbott, who was making empty promises to me again. "No, thank you!" I was going to die. We weren't going to have a future together anymore. A short bout of silence later, he sent me a video. "Is this the reason why you're rejecting me, Felicia Cooper? Because you're planning to continue bullying Lynette behind my back?