Kobo Frozen Novels & Stories

Just like that seven-year-old little girl had all those years ago, the freezer door was gently pulled shut from the inside. A few days later, the landlord reported her missing to the police when he could not reach Kendra. When the police broke down the door, they found Kendra's cold body inside the freezer. Her body remained curled in a fetal position, her face seeming to hold a kind of liberated peace. There were no signs of struggle. Beside the freezer, a piece of paper was weighed down with a stone. It had only one word written on it: [Atonement.] ... Meanwhile, in the underworld, I already stepped back into the cycle of reincarnation.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

William stood at the center of the dance floor as he held Joy by her waist and relished in everyone’s jealous gazes. Meanwhile, I could not even make a sound. The icy air that seeped out from under the gaps of the freezer door made the bodyguards tremble in the cold. They exchanged glances, and one of them asked, “Don’t you think that the freezer’s temperature is colder than usual?” Another said through chattering teeth, “Y-yeah. Why is it so cold? We’re already freezing. Miss Violet hasn’t even let out a peep. Do you think she’s okay in there?”

"Yes. Every word." "Good. Thank you." I pulled the 'Transaction Rejection Form' that Carmen had thrown at me out of my bag. A bright red official stamp was still printed across it. Under the reason for rejection, it clearly read: Suspected fraud - account frozen due to risk control. Processed by: Carmen Sanders Reviewed by: Karl Young (electronic authorization) I folded the document carefully and slipped it back into my pocket. My voice was terrifyingly calm. "I want to press charges against the Aetherton branch.

--- The armies gathered at the edge of the frozen lake as the sun rose. The Red River wolves were on the north, their fur dark, their eyes bright, their bodies tense. Ronan stood at their head, his face pale, his eyes burning with something that wasn't quite human. The Watcher had given him a second life, and it had twisted him into something I barely recognized.

“Because they were aiming for you.” Her chest tightened. “Why would you care?” He met her gaze, unguarded. “That’s the problem.” They stood there, the world rushing past them, neither willing to name what was forming in the silence. A forbidden game. One neither of them knew how to play. And somewhere on the ice, unseen forces were already moving, waiting for one of them to fall.

Milo found himself in the frozen forest before Althea and the wolf once again, but for once, this visit was entirely intentional. The wolf raised his head first and Milo nodded in respect to the beast, but when Milo’s eyes shifted to Althea her body remained motionless. She was still kneeling and her body was upright, but her eyes were shut and frost had gathered heavily across her lashes. His stomach lurched as he thought about poor old Bernie and how Milo had not even noticed because he had left his body in such a life-like position, not unlike Althea’s was now.

They stripped me bare and tossed me in the cold room. It was the day after Genny's birthday. Cute little one-year-old, right? Until someone dumped ice water on her. Fever hit fast. And guess who they all blamed? Me. Helga came swinging, screaming, yanking my hair. Sandro Vaitti? Didn't even look at me. Just, "Why'd you hurt my kid?" I hadn't. He hung up on me. Next thing I knew, I was locked in a cold room for twelve hours. So cold I couldn't even blink. Thought I was gonna die in there.

The nausea hit him instantly. Luke caught Cass’s elbow, his eyes full of concern. Cass took a shaky breath, nodding to let Luke know he wasn't going to collapse. Isabella was frantically scrolling through her own device. "It’s working? The plan is actually working? Oh, thank the ancestors." "What is she talking about?" Jax demanded. "Isabella," Luke said, his voice low. "You wrote 'The Frozen Alpha' just to destroy Brandon?"

But I never expected that the moment I stepped out onto the balcony, Archie would lock the door behind me. Hearing the sound, I rushed back to the glass door and tried to get back inside. The northern winter was bitterly cold. Snowflakes fluttered through the air. There was no heating on the balcony, and since I was inside just moments ago, I was only wearing a thin set of loungewear. The cold wind swept through my clothes, and my limbs quickly stiffened. The icy pain gnawed at my bones, sending sharp, biting chills deep into my skin. I pounded on the glass door, screaming and begging for help.