Lane Frost 8 Seconds Movie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The uncertainty gnawed at her, and she knew that there was only one way to begin unraveling this mystery. With a deep breath to steady her nerves, Davina composed a reply: "Who is this?" She hit send and anxiously awaited a response, her eyes glued to the screen as anticipation and curiosity coursed through her. The coffee shop seemed to fade into the background as she focused on the incoming message, hoping for some clarity. The tension mounts as Davina eagerly waits for a response. Seconds feel like an eternity, her heart pounding with anticipation. Finally, her phone buzzes again, and she opens the message.

Once inside, he reached into the glove compartment and handed me a thick manila folder. I glanced at him, then flipped it open. The first thing that greeted me was a photo of Lily stepping into a dark building with neon lights glowing from the entrance. At first glance, it looked like a normal club. Until I saw the next picture. Lily again but this time, she was dressed in leather, her boot pressing into the back of a kneeling man in nothing but a blindfold and collar. Another image showed her gripping a whip. The third showed her wrapped around a woman’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss while three others knelt beside her.

It wasn’t a request. Layla’s spine stiffened. She glanced at Colden, but he didn’t move. He was watching her again — unreadable, assessing. “Go,” he said simply, tone calm. “Mother doesn’t like waiting.” So she followed. The corridor outside was dimly lit, lined with oil portraits of the Frost lineage. Men and women in dark suits and gowns stared down with painted eyes, their expressions just as cold as their descendants’. Mrs. Frost walked slowly, her heels echoing against the marble floor.

The door of the driver seat opened and a figure stepped down just as I was walking past. “Karen Anderson.” I heard my name and froze. Chilly air breezed past my body. “Car–los Fowler—” He got out of the car. The lines beneath his eyes folded and I saw his mouth cocked up under the dim reflection of light. “Yes that's right. Glad you still remember me.” I looked around. No one was in sight. I was pretty much alone minutes away from being jumped on by the monster before me. In that moment I wondered if Jay would come running to save me like he did the last time. If he would still willingly take a bullet for me.

I'm the future Luna, but I feel worthless inside. ​She climbed aggressively into her small white carriage. Her terrified maid sat shivering in the dark corner, clutching a dry blanket. Frostina grabbed the heavy leather reins herself, ignoring the royal driver shouting outside, and whipped the white horses furiously into the pouring storm. ​"Get out of my way, you stupid, filthy peasant!" Frostina screamed as a dark shadow crossed the muddy road. ​The loud, sickening crunch of bone hitting solid wood echoed sharply over the roaring thunder as the carriage jerked violently and stopped.

To this, Dr Fang obediently nodded like a puppet being tugged at its strings, standing in front of me with deeper dark circles than I remembered enclosing the bottom of her eyes she said robotically. "Alpha Vaelor... It's true her test results have come back and everything is as it should be," I pondered on those words and repeated it back to her. "I can't believe that you are taking the health of your Luna so leisurely doctor Fang," I said, crossing my legs together on the chair that I was seated on. Her eyes suddenly bulged out. "No... No. I would never do such a thing, I don't know why you would think so Alpha-"

Liora's lips parted to give a witty response but she closed her mouth and then smiled softly. “Thank you Mr Frost” The music got heightened and they continued moving on the floor dancing effortlessly and with grace. People were still watching, jaws dropping and whispers flying. “Look at them…” “They dance so well” “Is that really Damien Frost?” “And Liora Morgan?” “What is going on?” “They’re dancing together…” “I thought they were enemies” “They are enemies” The music began to slow and the duo slowed down their dancing until the last note of the dropped and they both stopped; stepping backwards and then giving each other a little bow.