Modern Jack Frost Novels & Stories

But how could a faulty freezer, left unused for years, still be capable of freezing a living, breathing Luna, who was a warrior with top-tier combat ability, to death? As the discussions raged on, another revelation surfaced. Someone claimed that Kenneth had done this for the woman he loved, that he had frozen me to death just to make room for his true beloved. Kenneth was furious as he read through the online posts. He snapped pictures of the accounts and the slanderous comments, sending them all to his secretary. "I hope you're not the one stirring up trouble behind my back!" His secretary only replied with an exasperated emoji and said nothing else.

"Is there an echo in here? I thought we established this in the ballroom." "It’s a joke. It has to be," Nathaniel said, pacing the small area of tile. "He’s the Ice King, Tiffany. He doesn't date. He certainly doesn't date decorators who shop at vintage stores and live in walk-ups. He’s using you for something. Some PR stunt, maybe? Did he hire you to pick out curtains for his office and decide to keep you around as a mascot?"

Grant Gonas is the man the underworld fears and the business world admires. As the CEO of GONAS, a multibillion-dollar empire built over generations, he is known for his intelligence, discipline, and ruthless decisions. But beneath the image of a respected businessman lies a terrifying secret—Grant is the head of one of the most powerful mafia families in America. Feared as The Frozen Beast, he has no room for emotions, no patience for love, and no intention of letting anyone close enough to become his weakness. A high-stakes business meeting takes Grant from Los Angeles to San Diego, where he chooses to travel without the luxury and security that usually surround him. One rainy afternoon,

“It is very beautiful. A firebird egg. I always knew that your spirit was strong. I can feel your soul in the egg, so full of potential. You will be the kindest goddess of all.” “And you will be the crankiest Father Frost the world has ever known.” Morozko laughed. “There is already a Father Frost. It is Jack Frost in English, technically. Like that awful Soviet film. There is already a Big Frost and he is Ded Moroz.”

she gasped, the fantasy blurring into desperate reality, her body craving their possession. But they weren't done. "Call in Frost," Santa grunted between thrusts, and the door cracked, another elf, Frost, 26 and built sturdy from hauling ice blocks, slipped in, his cock already hard and huge, rivaling Santa's in length. Shy in daily life, Frost's eyes darkened with long-suppressed desire for Dory, the girl who'd shared quiet lunches with him.

I couldn't help getting anxious as I defended myself, saying, "It's September, and he set the AC to 50°F. That's not something a normal person would do, okay?" As soon as I said that, Keith shot me a vicious glare. "I've said before that I'm not an ordinary person. I'm the Holy Son of Frost from the heavens. If the room gets warm, I'll melt." I stared at Yara. "You don't actually believe him, do you?"

"Heard his playing hand is shredded. Sucks." Jax snickered, a low, predatory sound. "Sucks for him. For you? It’s a goddamn throne. Coach Carter needs a new lead Enforcer for the Ice-Claw squad. You’re the only one with the speed to hunt the puck and the teeth to keep it." "I'm a freshman, Jax. Quiet." "Freshman? You're a Navarro." Jax leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial growl. "Stop acting like a pup. Look at you. You’re already staring."

"Alpha Jensen was too dangerous to be let kept alive. The outcome of a war would have been uncertain. But now—" The alpha fell silent when he noticed his white-haired man was staring at Tanja and then at Saint. "Jack," Liam said warily. "What is the matter?" Harper silently studied the white-haired man. He was more slim and lean than the werewolves but probably as tall as Saint. Every single inch of his skin was flawless and pale. She reminded him of an older version of Jack Frost in the animated movie. His power was ice-based, and he was a frost wyvern-shifter. Harper had never met one of those before. Still, she knew dragon-shifters were powerful, which meant a wyvern-shifter probably was

I was scared of becoming his partner, scared of not being good enough as I was younger and less capable. He never made me feel that way. He helped me through everything and on our last night, he saved me from getting any scars when a passing wolf thought we were an easy target. Safe to say, nobody ever tried to think of us as that. “Hey, Frost.” I said to him and he quickly turned back to face me. He really is like a real-life Jack Frost with his now shortened silver-white hair and icy blue eyes. “Yes, Akari?” He grinned at me.

, Faiz was seriously in the mood to argue with him. " I told you before and I am saying this again, my people are normal wolf beings, not some magician, stop expecting them to have everything on them ", Said Jack in a more forceful tone. " Can you two stop arguing like little kids? It's not funny at all. Faiz, if you are cold, take my jacket, you will feel warm. And you two should have some rest. Leave everything on us ", Said Ashley as he was so ready to take off his jacket for her.