Jack Frost Heat Miser Novels & Stories

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." * * *

Horatius was wallowing in regret. He shot Cassian a glare. "You bastard! What was I thinking—why did I appoint you as the Alpha of the Moonfall pack? After all the planning I painstakingly made, and we were so close to seeing our pack prosper, yet you've ruined everything! It's all over now!" He let out a huge sigh. Indeed, after the humiliation I'd received from the Moonfall pack, even if I let things slide for Horatius' sake, they would never progress beyond their current state.

I pepper soft kisses all over her hands and my voice breaks. Tiffany cackles, "You're wasting your time. I reckon it's too late for her to survive from the amount of antifreeze that's in her system." She explains with a condescending smile. My jaw clenches from anger and I'm finding it hard not to shoot her in the head and wipe that stupid smile off her face.

With Charles stepping in to help review the current team training courses and schedules, we should be getting insights on where we could improve very soon. … The bar wasn’t too busy at the start of the night, thankfully so, because we were understaffed. Jamie was in a jolly good mood as he drank beer with some of his regular customers. They were an old and very loud bunch, but I loved how they looked like they were having the time of their lives. Kat, on the other hand, was in a bitter mood. “What happened?” I asked. “Bad guy troubles…” she replied before rolling her eyes upwards.

"Is that the way to talk to someone who's supporting you?" "There will be blood?" I asked Jeremy again. My brain needs to catch up. "Lots." Jeremy shrugs. "Now imma go into the cafe cause Fawn is there. And you know how she is." "So that's how you knew where I was." Cayden huffed. "Take care, caycay!" Jeremy waves while running into the cafe. "I don't like you!" Cayden waves back. He turns to me. "You do street racing too?" I asked.

Josh had always placed her first and she knew no matter what, she wanted to spend a lifetime loving him. But her dream for a lifetime just had to be cut short by the damn accident he had to be involved in. Now she grabs her gym bag and drives herself to the nearest gym. Since there was no Josh to spend time with, she might as well use her morning exercising, just to get her mind off him.

Master commanded. Before the opponents knew what had struck them we had pierced them with Amethyst needles. Then we handed them over to the team fire. The expression on the face of the king was priceless as he saw our human team lead his powerful shifters away from the field that too with the help of brooms. I howled with laughter as I tried to imagine that scene. “How many shifters do we have in the fire cube now?” Aaron shrugged his shoulders and said, “Master…” “Four hundred and fifty…”