Sexy Ice Queen Novels & Stories

It was clear that Selena hadn't slept the entire night, her weariness masked by her seething emotions. Selena, the future queen, exuded an air of authority and entitlement as she sat upon the one-seater sofa. The room itself was adorned with lavish furniture, a testament to the wealth and power of the werewolf monarchy. Faith approached cautiously, her footsteps barely audible on the plush carpet beneath her feet. Selena's eyes, a mesmerizing shade of gold, pierced through Faith as they snapped open. The intensity of her gaze sent a chill down Faith's spine, a stark reminder of the queen's unwavering determination.

Like sisters, maybe? “Pshaw,” the queen flicked a wrist and the sirens around her cringed back, “This is nothing. That infernal bird riled everyone up again. We had to do something.” “You mean the Lightning Bird, Astrapi?” said Ilyria. The queen’s eyes widened. “Delightful,” she said, walking toward Ilyria. Ilyria sensed Madame Skia’s panic but stood her ground. Up close the queen was disconcerting. Her flesh hung grey and loose but her eyes were sharp and of a quite beautiful mauve hue, edged in long dark lashes. “I smell it on her,” she said, sniffing Ilyria. She turned to Madame Skia. “Have she and the bird been … intimate yet?”

He was like a professional model. Nickel pointed at Jingfei, "Hers! She's the owner!" The director glanced at Jingfei, who just slightly smiled and bowed her head. The director stared at the woman, from head to foot and nodding her head as she examined the woman. Nickel quickly tapped the director's shoulder, "You're not planning to convince her to be a model, right?" She asked. "Because if you do, you better back down now because she will not say yes to you. She's hard as ice. You better just ask her if the cat could sign a modelling contract with the company." Nickel uttered again.

I tap on the notifications where I was tagged. It’s worse than I imagined. “@Maya_0 must’ve seen it coming. You can’t marry a superstar and not expect competition.” A reply: “It’s not even competition. @Maya_0 signed up for this. Everyone knows @Queen-Bee Isla had Ice King first, since high school. But the bitch swooped in and brainwashed Ice King’s granny into that flash marriage. Maya is such a gold digger.” Another: “I’m proud of @Queen-Bee Isla for taking back what’s rightfully hers.”

I am watching him do it and he looks hotter. “You are so delicious,” he said and winked at me. I chuckled. I took a deep breath and I stood up despite my knees trembling. I saw his manhood, it is standing mighty and proud. “I want to return the favour, my dear husband,” I said and winked at him. His mouth opened when I touched the tip of his manhood. I kneeled and I decided to give him a blow. I sensually caress his long hard cock with my bare hands. “Damn it, Thalia,” he said and he is having heavy breathing. “Calm down, Sir,” I said and his eyes were so lustful.

The words hit Maeva's chest like a physical blow. For as long as she could remember, she had been the cold, untouchable, and ruthless Ice Queen. She had built an impenetrable fortress around her heart to protect herself from the betrayal and manipulation of her past. She had assumed Kasen's return to her side was driven by a desire to conquer, a desire to sit on her family's throne.

I hated them because they think a woman shouldn't play hockey because everything would go to waste when she get married and started having children—and I hated the fact that they were right, especially that I gave up my career for that my asshole husband. Their eyes raked over me and I didn't miss the way it's lingered far too long on my exposed cleavage. My breasts reacted to them as I felt goosebumps rising on each moulds and my nipples hardened. “Look who we have here?“ Kael sneered, their smirk mirrored each other. “It's the one and only Queen of Ice.“ “Gone for three years,” Kieran added, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “Now.. she is back for the pre-season and she desperately

Jasmine whined and pressed against my leg again. “Do you not recognize her?” Syrenthia asked. Her voice curled like frost on glass. “Your sister.” My knees nearly buckled. Mavis. A rush of air swirled around me, and though I could not see, I knew. The presence was unmistakable, even cloaked in silence. Memories of laughter, of shared secrets, of bitter fights and unspoken forgiveness; all of them hit me like shards of ice. I reached out with trembling fingers. My hands touched something solid, unyielding. Smooth and terribly cold. Ice.

She didn't expect the glory of my office to be this tremendous. "You said you wanted to see me," Maya began. "What's the matter?" "Do you know me?" "Of course I do. You're the girl who signed a two-year contract with my boyfriend. You're the woman who consented with Aiden to have sex three times every day. You would sneak in to Velmora just to suck his dick. I do remember." Maya mocked. "Do you understand that you're no longer a Princess?" I countered and she gave a quiet nod.

Standing in my flip-flops wearing a big shirt with male boxers, my hair a messy ponytail and my body bruised and healing, I really felt loved and worthy when I look around seeing almost a hundred men kneeling at my feet. I'm not just anybody. I'm Arianna Romano, goddess of death. The huntress. The Queen.