Jack Frost X Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter 113 ** Josie’s POV ** After I know Axel is safely back with the others I go to Freya’s room but she's not there. Maybe she went to the bookshop? I really need to get myself a phone, living in a modern world with no modern possessions sucks. I pass the next few hours by showering and reading one of the books Frank had given me until I fall asleep. I wake sometime later to warm arms wrapping around me. “Hey,” I say through a yawn.

Oh my God ! ** NOTE TO THE READERS: THE BOOK FOR JOY AND LEX’S COMPLETE STORY IS TITLED “TAMED BY THE ONE HE WRONGED”. YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE FOR CURIOSITY SAKE. HOWEVER, NOT READING ABOUT IT WILL NOT DISTURB THE FLOW OF THIS STORY. SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! **

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I smiled up at him and he smiled back. Jace suddenly looked as if he had remembered something important. He reached to his side and handed me a little book. It had a picture of Batman and Robin on the front, though Robin was stroking Batman's arm. I smiled confusingly and continued to glance at the cover. I saw a little name in the corner of the page. It read Melanie Rose. I chuckled once. "Did you know that she and her friends told me today that they're officially our fangirls?" I asked Jace. He laughed.

The marsh beyond the hollow walls stirred as if holding its breath. She felt everything. Rowan’s fury. Lucien’s hunger. Her own rising storm. She lifted her hands—fire and frost blazing in perfect symmetry. The marsh answered. Roots erupted through the floor in long, twisting spears. Fire burst from her palms in a column of gold, but frost intertwined with it—blue-white veins snapping through the flames like ice lightning. Wolves howled as frost sealed their paws to the stone, while the fire seared the air around them.

Jessica grabbed her phone as she pulled up a book. “You are observant and I need another set of eyes and ears. He is an ally and a close friend. We are not going to tell him about Charlotte but I need to know if we could, when the time is right.” “And you needed me for that?” “Axel needed to stay in case Alpha James decided to attack.” Glancing over, she started reading a book. “How can you even read in the car? What are you reading?” “It’s called Emerald Eyed Luna. I have really liked these werewolf books. It’s funny how they portray us!”

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Amora I open my eyes in bed, blinking into the soft darkness of my motel room. Something woke me—some noise or movement. I sit up, the blankets falling away from me, then shiver as I realize I’m naked. Frost stands in the corner, his pale eyes glittering. He’s focused on me, his body vibrating with barely restrained tension. A pastel desert print rests on the wall over his head, though it’s watery and insubstantial. More like the suggestion of a painting than the actual thing. Frost’s tattoos wave gently over his skin, just as insubstantial in the darkness. We stare at each other as headlights pass the window and illuminate the sharp angles of his face. Chiseled like granite.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.