Modern Jack Frost Novels & Stories

Sophie stood in the middle wearing reindeer antlers and the biggest smile. "There you are! Dad's getting the tree. We have so much to do." The front door opened and Derek and Jason carried in the biggest Christmas tree I'd ever seen. Derek's eyes found mine across the room and held for just a second. Long enough that my coffee mug suddenly felt too hot. "Morning, Maya," he said, voice still rough. "Morning."

Jamima asked, scared, thinking maybe he is here with the motive of drinking her blood again. "Wait, what? You know me?" asked Frost in shock, "Shit, I got it, that Adrien must have told you something about me but believe me I'm not a bad person as you can see through my handsome face," said Frost, confidently showing off himself in front of Jamima. Jamima made a cringe face at his childish act and opened her mouth, "First stop bragging about yourself because it is useless and secondly, he told me nothing about you but I guess your memory is kinda weak, no?"

“Don’t say that. Don’t even think that. My goddaughter is a fighter. She's going to fight. Just like you always have.” I nodded, but I didn’t believe it. My hope was breaking. Piece by piece. CLICK Just then, the door opened, and I froze. Zeke. My heart filled with white-hot rage. He walked in like he owned the place, tall, cold, and empty-eyed. My body tensed. I couldn’t even speak at first, but when I found my voice, it came out harsh and sharp. “What do you want, Mr Frost?!” He didn't flinch. His eyes narrowed, his jaw tight, but he spoke in that calm, arrogant tone of his.

i stated She blushed and smirked . "Nope ...there is someone better than you " What the fuck !!??? Who is he ...? I am gonna kill that motherfucker . "Who ..?" Curious i asked .She chuckles and answers . "Jack ..jack frost " Who again ? "Jack ?" . . The titanic man ? But he was Jake ..D ...D....dwar ..Dawrson or something like that right? Who the hell is Jack frost ?

"Come on, then, bastard. If you've got the guts, show up. Let's see who dies first." Truth be told, the Frostfall had loosened Cyrus. With no public decorum or social niceties to worry about, he didn't have to give face to anyone. It felt liberating. Meanwhile, Jack seethed to the point of explosion. Back inside his apartment, with what little warmth the AC could still provide, sensation crept back into his body. Pain roared in his leg as he gritted his teeth. If he moved now, it would have to be on crutches.

One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant, Dangerous, Ruthless and a foe. Damien Frost. CEO of Frost Corporation. The Frosts and The Morgans’ were mortal enemies since she could remember. The story was old and ancient and she could barely remember it but she knew that they hated each other in both private and public but sometimes managed to keep up appearances in public.

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.

“I’m a snob, Mr. Quint. I didn’t know you were part of the Quint family. Please forgive me.” Jackson mocked. “I prefer you when you are cocky, Mr. Presley.” He slapped Vance in the face, and the latter held his hand over his swollen cheek and bit his tongue while taking the humiliation. Jackson waved his arm. “That’s enough. You and your mother should get out of the way now.” He shifted his gaze to Snow’s curvaceous body. “What’s your decision, Ms. Frost? “I really look forward to spending a night with you. Hahaha!”

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"