Jack Frost X Reader Novels & Stories

Jasper nervously cleared his throat as he said, “We weren’t expecting anyone.” “Obviously,” Lila managed to choke out. Freya gave a smug grin. Sliding her hand over Jasper’s chest, she moved past him to sit on a nearby overstuffed chair. Her petite frame looked out of place as she sank into the cushions with a satisfied look on her still lovely face. “We are not only working on the vampire mess, but he is studying me,” she said as she preened her hair. “If he can see what has been altered in you lot, we just might get you back to original lycan form.”

no one dared to speak out. Only one person spoke frankly, mocking, "Thief cries 'stop thief.' Mrs. Frost, the esteemed president's wife of the Frost family, has stooped so low as to plagiarize from her own designer and turn the tables! This is truly disgraceful!" "Shut up!" Jessica angrily stood up, shamelessly saying, "Since you know I'm Mrs. Frost, how dare you spread rumors? Don't you want to stay in Jelaston?!" With that, she glared at me fiercely, turned on her slender high heels, and left in a huff—a clear retreat.

JACKSON’S POV The words started rolling out before I got the chance to overthink and cower away. “Or bi, or queer, I’m still figuring out exactly what label fits. But I know I don’t like girls the way I’m supposed to. And I’m in love with someone else. I knew I should've stopped talking at this point, but since I’d already started….I couldn’t stop now. “His name is Frost—well, Caelan, actually—and he’s amazing and complicated and not at all what you planned for me. But I don’t care. I love him.”

he murmurs against my hair. We’ve been tucked together on the bed. No words exchanged, me happily curled across his lap while he drew shapes on my back. A familiar scent crashes into the room ahead of the person attached to it, all warmth and chaos and ridiculous energy. Jax appears in the doorway, stands there staring, chest heaving, rainwater dripping from him onto the stained carpet. "Fuck you, Frankie," he shouts. His voice breaks so badly on my name that my heart twists painfully. "Seriously. Fuck you."

She’s never been chosen before, not by her real parents, or her adoptive ones, her unlucky streaks with relationships and friendships has molded her mind that she was simply not made to be chosen by anyone. Until winter came early or rather a disgruntled and curious immortal.. Something inhuman walks through her door. And he calls himself Jack Frost! Jack is cold in ways that have nothing to do with the weather, he’s beautiful in a way that feels deliberate, ancient, ethereal and patient in a way that feels dangerous. He watches her like he’s been waiting, like she’s something he’s already chosen and he doesn’t ask permission to come closer. He smells like snowfall and silence, looks like so

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

Really rude i seee. What happened to Ashley today ??? She's just Soo helpful!!! She even washed Jace jacket. Peace is lovestruck!!! Do you think Sky also feels the same ??? Ashely got a pet name!!!! She's Soo confused about what just happened!!! This chapter is dedicated to fash_lois and WendyOpurum212 See you guys later!!!! Don't forget to: VOTE COMMENT SHARE BOOK 1 IN THE 9JA SERIES..... FROST ACADEMY BY TREKONSI.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

he asked. “The truth,” I said, breathless. “About Rya.” There was silence before Frost’s jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be here.” “You needed to see this tonight,” I replied fiercely. “Before she does anything else.” I pointed to the first page. “Start there. Read it.” Frost looked at me one last time before finally picking up one of the papers. He scanned through the lines, his face tightened. I drew closer, taking a closer look at Frost's expression. I wanted him to show anger and shock.

A shimmer of frost sparked across my fingertips, glittering like stars. There you go, Alba whispered. But just as quickly, it faded. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and froze. Across the training field stood Alpha Rhett, speaking to a woman I didn’t recognize. Tall, confident, and clearly comfortable in his space, she leaned in with a too-familiar smile, her hand grazing his arm. Rhett didn’t pull away. Something inside me snapped. A gust of freezing wind burst from my chest. Ice blossomed across the ground in a sudden, sharp wave, radiating outward from where I stood. Frost surged up the nearest tree trunks. A thin sheet of ice glazed over the nearby flowers, wilting them.