Tales From A Not-so-graceful Ice Princess 소설 & 이야기

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

My body changed rapidly into something I myself can't control, My eyes dazzled in the wolf costume, that's what I can classify it as to make me comfortable and not sad, howling continuously only a word echoes in my head faintly, it is My mom. 'Ella!!!' The full moon...full moon light, no Lord, I whispered, but it was too late to lament, I screamed as my body changes into a beautiful dangerous white wolf, now I'm possessed, I bumped out of the window into the woods, you could guess what my game is, it's hunting, hunting for the dark shadow I don't know of, taking a race after a prey I can't even get in touch with, this is what happens every year, This is the calamity I faced, No my parents fa

one of them said, his tone rigid. I smiled coldly. The next moment, my hand swung, the sharp crack of my slap echoing in the hallway. "I am the king's future wife," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. "I am Vincent's Luna, open the door immediately." They didn't move. Not a single one. Their silence burned hotter than fire. My face went pale with fury. I could feel eyes watching from nearby corridors, servants, soldiers, guards, all seeing me, Dane, the future queen, being denied entry like some unimportant stranger.

A low moan escapes my lips as lips encircle my hard nipple. Strong fingers find their way inside me, slowly moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and creating a lewd squelching sound that I did not expect my body to make. “Princess, are you my good girl?” I look down my body to find familiar dark green eyes, filled with lust and need. “Yes!” I moan out my answer….

Yet, the view inside was something that would make anyone react even more strongly. The grey stone beyond the door was covered in ice and snow. It was so cold that any water leaking inside would directly turn solid. The Princess' breath also turned to snow that softly floated to the ground. Yet inside that giant freezer, several people sat side by side on a wooden bank. Their faces were void of any emotion, quietly gazing at the entrance. A careful observer might notice that their breath didn't lead to a change in the air like Helmina's did. Or more like, they didn't even breathe at all.

Smith while he talks about his daughter. Alora Smith, the Ice Princess. When we were in kindergarten, she's always so cheerful and happy. She was always surrounded with people. She's a math genius and was accelerated twice. She was always glowing and the first time I saw her, I thought I saw an angel. We were very close when we were young but she suddenly changed after that incident.

“The real story. Not the file.” I stared at the ceiling. Firelight danced across the beams. “She was nineteen when she met Sergei Kovalev. He was already powerful. Ruthless. She was the daughter of a minor pakhan. Beautiful. Defiant. They called her the Ice Princess because she never cried. Not even when he beat her.” Valerio’s arm tightened around me.

For now, I’m not letting tonight be hijacked by rumours or ghosts. Not after what I felt on that balcony. So I smile, bright and breezy, and say, “Anyway—did you guys see the Ice Queen?” Elena perks up. “Princess Thaliana?” “She spoke to us,” Karissah gasps. “I thought I imagined it.” “She told me my dress had ‘main character energy,’” Elena says, dreamy. “She asked where I got my earrings,” I add. “Said they were ‘delightfully unserious.’”

This man was also shirtless and wearing the same white ripped trousers, but unlike that bulky man on the throne, he looked better in them. "King Corona, Prince Mereum, we brought two new female prisoners." One of the men said. The king, the bulky dude, stopped eating as he regarded Ace and I with his eyes. I folded my arms over my chest since I was still soaking wet from being splashed by the stupid ocean. I hope to provide enough cover from the king's leering eyes. "Beautiful!" The king bellowed. "What is your name, young elf lady?" Ace stepped forward and slightly gave me cover from the king. "My name is LADY Grace. I am a noble elf from the kingdom of Tordis."

Tiana said as she stared at the woman blurry figure inside the glacier trap. When Dalton saw his princess started to shine again as she touched one of the many glacier boxes in the throne hall, all his attention was focused on that single box. He has been curious about the creature his princess had been talking to since they entered into the castle. Now he will finally see what it looked like, as he himself obviously had never seen what a phoenix witch looked like in his entire life.