Tales From A Not-so-graceful Ice Princess Novels & Stories

She grabbed her helmet from the ice and turned, fleeing down the tunnel, the echoing slaps of her skates fading into the dark. I collapsed backward against the ice, letting out a sharp groan of pain and a curse of absolute frustration at myself. My knee was on fire, but it was nothing compared to the sudden, volatile awakening vibrating through my veins from the touch of her lips.

I still had a scar on my shoulder from Harper’s attack, and Daniel always kissed it first before slipping between my legs and making me the happiest woman on earth. Two hours later, we ordered room service, and I picked up our clothes before they arrived. Life was so much better than I could ever have expected. I thought I had to be single to be the queen of the ice. I never in my wildest dreams thought I could have everything I dreamed of all at once. Over the coming week, I made it through all three competitions and finally made it to the regionals. I was on my way, and whenever I listened to the news, it sounded like I was on fire. People loved me. If only they knew what was hiding undern

In total, you could say she was an overly blunt person, in other words, a natural born, fierce critic. And that was quite surprising, considering the fact that she was the daughter of the snow queen, Queen Glacielle, thereby being a princess. Everyone had expected her to be the type to always curtsy whenever she greeted someone or giggle or do those shitty things princesses normally do, in other words, they expected her to be Fiorella but they were proven wrong when she got into the camp.

Niklaus said looking at the king, I looked at Grace and her eyes were as hard as her brothers, her canines exposed as if she was ready to attack the king. “Princess Grace, you’ve grown more beautiful since the last time I saw you, though I do remember that you were more frightened when I last saw you” King Verone said to Grace who growled, I frowned in confusion seeing that Niklaus was now more furious than he was a minute ago, Ian’s eyes remained on the king and something about the king’s change of expression told me that he was seeing something that we weren’t, especially since Niklaus and Ian had their backs to us.

Due to these kinds of movies, Raine somewhat accepted what Raeyan and Yris told him about this supernatural world and supernatural powers. Also, of him having supernatural powers, too. Ice, right? Raine thought when he recalled about that princess that Raeyan and Yris told him he was the incarnation of. An ice princess… he thought, then suddenly recalled a children's story about a snow queen. This princess, named ‘Alf’, should have the same powers as this snow queen. And if this princess ascends the throne, then she would really become a queen. A snow queen.

But in her mind, only a very beautiful princess would suit their handsome emperor. Aren't you also a princess? said a small voice inside her mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that little voice. Yes, she was a princess but that was before. And another thing, her face is not pleasant in the eyes of other people. The emperor might frightened when he saw her ugly appearance.

"Can't I talk to you sweetly without wanting anything, Tigritsa?" "No." He snorted. "You broke my heart with your words." "I know you, Aleksandr. You don't talk sweet for nothing. And if it's sex you want then I am still sore from the last time. You have to wait for a few days.” He laughed and stepped near to her. "Are you telling me that the Ice Princess of Cosa Nostra couldn't handle a little pain? I don't believe you," Aleksandr said, teasing her cheek with his fingertip.

At the tip several clawed fingers formed. "The Ice Palace traitors all begged for me to spare them! Crying that they were forced to do it!" Ren cut at the air cutting its body. Moving closer each time. Having to dodge the frost on the ground took up to much time. "But it was all lies! The Ice Princess had an affair with the Eldest Reaper Prince! Such a conniving sort they were!" THe Frost Bird was successfully incensed. It started to burn its own Life Force to get rid of him.

ALESSANDRE I got to my penthouse ahead of the magazine's release. My phone was ringing incessantly. Calls from investors, Matteo, even journalists I hadn't heard from in a decade. The internet headlines were a lot to say the least: At Last, the Ice Queen Finds Her King. Wren & Marcello: Love Rekindled or PR Redemption? Power, Passion, and Second Chances. The headlines, though, weren't my main focus. It was the pictures. Ophelia, on my lap, her eyes closed, mouth open, and my hand on her bare back. Charlotte’s team managed to make us look so… in love. I could almost believe that we were.

Intimacy that the princess hopelessly seemed to offer him. Lauren missed the pad of her thumb against her upper lip, over the scar. The brown eyes opened again in urgency. Wills and wills dominated and hit his stomach hard... “You are a modest woman. – The princess spoke hoarsely, watching her hold her hand when she saw that her time was up. Karila thought about walking away, her instinct wanted to disturb her doing things she didn't know how to deal with yet. Lauren seemed to sense that she would, and didn't want her to.