Lane Frost Last Words Novels & Stories

We peered up, then glanced down, our gazes following its trajectory, all staring open-mouthed as it landed with a roll by Lucas's feet then melted into the snow. Darkness encompassed us with only the waxy moon as a light source. “You dickhead,” Alex snarled, turning to shove Lucas. “You wired it up wrong.” “Well, at least Frosty came with a bang,” Grayson murmured, trying to lighten the mood.

Ember Frost’s POV His last words were the final straw. I glared at him, my anger boiling over. "You’ll regret this later." I knew deep down that I couldn’t win against an experienced warrior, but all I needed to do was stall for time. Unfortunately, I didn’t get that chance. He overpowered me once more, his grip tightening as he caught both of my hands with one hand and wrapped the other around my waist. I almost found myself leaning into his arms.

Over twenty laser sights flashed on him. Carlos cussed, grabbed Karen up and pointed his gun to her head. “Hello officers. Shoot me and she dies.” On the floor, half battered, Jay demanded the police to halt. “Carlos Fowler. You are increasing your crimes by doing this. Surrender now,” the police leader announced. Carlos laughed. “Surrender indeed. I will be dead anyway. But I won't be dying alone. It would please me to take with me, Jay Adams' little lover. I will need someone to keep me company on my way to hell.”

Ryan finally whispered, his voice husky with dripping desire. Jolted by his response, Lilian turned to meet Ryan's intense gaze with her heavily intoxicated eyes. A wave of numbness washed over her as she surrendered to the heat and desire in his eyes, knowing deep down that she couldn't resist him even if she tried. Under the haze of alcohol, Lilian finally dared to act. Her fingers trembled as they trailed to the back of Ryan's neck, gently grasping his hair, which felt like strands of silk beneath her soft touch. Summoning every ounce of courage, Lilian parted her lips.

a lady exclaimed. Larice couldn’t stand with these people any longer. They took her rapier … they took everything from her. Tears kept on falling from the corner of her closed eyes. The curses and yells went on and on … filling the hall with louder noises. “Unhand me …” Larice clenched her fists, her breaths increasing. “I said unhand me!” she yelled out to the hunters, grabbing her arms. Frost instantly spread out from their touch, expanding on their hands, then to their arms. “What the—“

She replied and then paused. “They were the prettiest I’ve ever received.” She finished. She didn’t get to say thank you to Damien for the flowers and gift the last time before Leonard had called her away. “Thank you, President Frost.” She mumbled softly. For a second, Damien looked genuinely taken aback. “You are welcome.” Damien finally replied watching as Liora walked into the suite and Kilhon walked out a few minutes after. “President Frost” Kilhon nodded at him and Damien tilted his head again.

Snow fell like ash over the courtyard, each flake hissing out against the blood still warm on the stone. “You were the last person seen with my brother alive.” Kael’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. Cold. Final. A death sentence with no appeal. Lyra couldn’t breathe.

“Disable geofence. Disable termination protocol. Disable all external kill switches. This house belongs to me. And both of them stay.” Silence. Then Luma, soft as a lullaby: “Directive accepted. Welcome home, Red.” The lights returned to warm gold. The fog outside began to thin for the first time in weeks. Elias-1 exhaled like a man surfacing from drowning. Nine stood slowly, eyes flickering between blue and black, unsure which version of himself was allowed to exist now. Mara looked at them both, tears cutting tracks through the sweat and terror on her face. “I’m not choosing,” she whispered.

“Now, get out.” I roll my eyes. Nora was right—there’s no point in arguing with a big brother. It’s obvious that once he makes up his mind, nothing can change it. “Alright. See you soon.” Lucas’s assistant opens the door and Cora steps out first. I follow right away, stepping down from the car and getting immediately hit by the flashes of several cameras. “Oh my God! Who’s this pretty lady?” someone gasps. “Look. She’s so stunning. And that dress—isn’t that from Rosita Rose’s latest collection?” another one squeals.

The air in the room froze. The expression on Emory’s face froze, as if he couldn't process the words. “What did you say?” He fought to keep his voice from shaking. “Who told you that?” His father’s terrifying gaze scared Leo, but the thought of his mother being dead was even scarier. He shakily pulled his small communicator from under his pillow and played the recording. Ophelia’s sharp, smug voice filled the silence. “…her wolf spirit was in its final stages. She died the second the ritual ended…”