Ninjago Ice Emperor Novels & Stories

Ethan Kane transferred to Hazard High Elite hockey team. He came to fight for the captaincy he has admired all this years. But then he meets his old best friend and secret crush, Jax Rivera wearing the C badge referring to the captain of the team on his jersey. Their reunion ignites buried tension and old feelings. After losing a match that would have earned him a chance of being the captain, he finds himself pinned against the tiled walls in the locker room by Jax. Instead of shoving him off, Ethan finds himself surrendering completely to Jax and allowing him to take his dream completely. Jax then offers a deal that Ethan gives him total submission while he on the other hand keeps it a

Very interesting. I walked a little closer beside him, studying his expression shamelessly. “Magnus noticed, didn’t he?” Silence. Then, “Yes.” Simple. Cold. Reluctant. But honest. I let out a quiet laugh before I could stop myself. The terrifying Tyrant Emperor, feared across kingdoms, apparently unable to pretend interest in women long enough to satisfy royal expectations. That was deeply entertaining. “You’re enjoying this too much,” Ragnar muttered. “A little.” “You should stop.” “I won’t.”

I take a sip of my champagne while looking out the window. Well, he’s not actually old. Maybe somewhere in his mid- to late thirties. Old compared to me, anyway. I’m twenty-five. But still. “I’m Bash,” he says, holding out his hand. Oh God. Now I have to be nice. I shake his hand. “Hi, Bash. I’m Seraphina.” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Hello, Seraphina.” His eyes are large, bright blue, and almost dreamy. The kind of eyes a person could get lost in.

Now I must say my life is a mess since dad flew away they treated me differently they show their true colors, this mansion is full of traitors granddad and dad are right they are only nice to me because my granddad and dad is always there to protect me. Not until I meet him, his cold and emotionless dark blue eyes, his stern, serious and cold baritone voice, and his dangerous aura that may make you fall on your feet. But I didn’t get scared on him I just smiled at him. He has a Greek god well sculpted face those dark blue eyes of him are so beautiful even though it has no emotions on it he has a well tall build figure towering me. He is No other than the EMPEROR of business world, Zhane Zach

“I’ve fought the Moreno God of War before. His prowess is extraordinary. Moreover, he is young and energetic. He certainly has a bright future! “Unfortunately, in that battle, he met the young Chief Instructor who had just debuted and was still obscure at that time! “One slap! “Just one slap! “It is said that the Moreno God of War was slapped to death with a slap! “After I found out about this, I went to meet the Emperor of Nanyang overnight and asked him to retreat and pay tribute to them!” “It can be said that the one slap by the Chief Instructor, not only did it kill the Moreno God of War, but he also crushed the Emperor of Nanyang’s ambition to dominate the East China Sea.

There were a few powerhouses behind him, and he gave them a look. A middle-aged, muscled man walked up to him. "Are you sure it's them, Commander Jasper?" Jasper looked up. It was one of the four powerhouses that came with him, the most powerful Immortal Swordsman among them, the Green Snake, Dave. Jasper was about to lose his temper but calmed down. He raised his hand, and a light screen appeared. It played the video of Chase and the others fighting the Earth Emperor Mausoleum guards.

"We are not leaving you alone in it. This job is difficult. Assassins wanted to kidnap her. She's Mafia Head's wife. And pregnant. A lot of enemies, Devil." "Someone has to do it." Devil snarled under his breath. "Our men are keeping close eyes on him." Dragon said. "I should be your boss, so none of you could disobey me." Devil said in a cold and frustrated voice. They all laughed. "Should we call you BOSS? Or Devil The Boss?" Beta mocked. The corners of his lips curled up.

Elara watched the city breathe from the penthouse window. Night lights blinked like promises that never kept. The room smelled of lemon and old perfume. Glass and steel held everything together up here. It fit Adrian—clean, sharp, cold. He came in without knocking. He moved like a man used to being obeyed. He took off his coat and did not look at her. He poured himself a drink with hands that did not tremble. “Elara.” His voice had no heat. “We sign tonight.”

Nick replied. "Oh please, you want to tell me the son of the president of the United States, that has access to all forms of exotic girls doesn't womanize?' I said not believing him." "I don't." He said to me a plain look on his face. "Okay so who's the girl who got you wrapped round her fingers?" I ask grinning. "There's no girl Alex." He said, his voice firm.