The Ice Princess Wants To Be Melted Novels & Stories

But Elara tasted the poison beneath every smile. She swept into the hall beside her parents, Kael just behind, her gown of deep green catching the candlelight. Nobles bowed their heads, though their eyes followed her like hawks. Already the whispers had begun: The princess and the Ironfang heir. A match written by politics… or by fate. Her stomach twisted.

And her tiny lips were pale pink as well. She looked like she had been frozen for a long time. But then again, that was how most ice wolves looked. And she looked like an absolutely spoiled pretty princess. Even with the flimsy white cloth draped around her delicate, slender body. Unlike Rhea, this princess could not even fight. The temperatures down here were actually uncomfortably cold, and Layla spotted some large ice chunks on some large metal tray in the corner, slowly melting. She let out a flat comment. “Is Megan supposed to be a guest or prisoner or what? Because the bunker looks more luxurious than even Xavier’s room.”

Viktor POV “Goddess, I know it’s only been a couple of months but man, I’ve missed this place,” Cedric said with a sigh. I took my seat at my desk and chuckled. “We’ve missed you here, Cedric,” I said. “So tell me. That other girl is the princess? As in, Princess Violette Dubois of the werewolves?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Yes, my slave princess,” I said. He let out a chuckle.

🌺 Viviane 🌺 🌺 Five Years Before 🌺 “Come on, Vivi! Choose this outfit right away.” “I already chose. I like the blue shirt with the khaki shorts.” “But I do not like it. Select another. Please don't let me down, go. Tell me another one that would be nice” João Pedro insisted stubbornly, looking at me with both hands on his hips.

So for him to believe her just like that, is a first. We need her. She is willing to utter everything that she knows. So Levi's idea is equally good. Hannah looks up as well and starts fidgeting. The prince sizes her up and down and commands her to speak. "You will tell us all that you know today, in exchange of your life. Failure to do that, I will personally slit your throat! My mate's life is in danger and you were willing to help let the enemy in. The only leniency we will give or show you is life in the dungeons."

Elika shivered, the damp concrete floor beneath her icy and unbearable as she woke from the depths of sleep; the cold seeping through her oversized pale blue gown. She huddled further into the bricked wall of Dorians basement, attempting the rub the warmth back into her frozen limbs. Slowly pulling her legs towards her chest, she continued to tremble lightly, glancing around the eerie dark basement as she searched for any sign of the feral immortal; fearing that he lingered after she slipped into the depths of sleep. The princess sighed in relief as she glanced around the underground room, the silence informing her that he had left; perhaps to acquire another subject he could torture. Contin

I was surprised that my voice did not even waver. The weird woman though just looked me from head to toe before she smiled, “So you are the famous ruthless princess. It is really a pleasure to meet you miss, but if I may ask you what you are doing in these parts of the forest all by yourself?” So far it did not look as if she was about to hurt me, but still I had to be careful. After all I would bet anything, she was a witch, and it would not be the first time that a witch was playing tricks. So, I decided to trade everything carefully, “Why do you care? I am not your concern. To be honest I am no one’s concern.”

He wasn’t used to rejection that wasn’t fueled by fear or strategy. This one had been… clean. And somehow, that made him want her more. He hated that. On the ice, he could dominate. He could control outcomes, crush opponents, bend narratives to his will. But Sheila Feint? She was untouched territory. And for the first time in a long time, the Ice King was losing control of the game.

Because, alone I can't. "Here's an amazing pink dessert in the shape of a castle for an amazing princess." Cleo says with ice cream so pink it looks like something out of a barbie movie. "I don't want to, I'm too sleepy" says Ariana and I take a deep breath. "Come on, you know how many little girls want such a beautiful ice cream? I wouldn't be surprised if Princess Aurora shows up at that castle" I whisper and she stirs a little, like she's fighting with herself not to fall asleep.

As I stared at the untouchable Ice King willingly breaking himself into pieces just to lay the world at my feet, a terrifying truth finally settled in my heart. This was never just a fake deal. And God help me, I was completely falling for him.