Novel & Cerita The Ice Princess Wants To Be Melted

She whispers, her voice filled with happiness. “Well, your happiness means everything to me, Princess. So what ever you want, just ask me.” I declare, wondering if her feelings for me were shifting in my favour, Jonathan fucked up when he cheated on Jessica. He could have had the perfect wife if he kept it in his pants. Now, I will make sure my Princess knows she can have anything she wants as long as she is with me. I will let her enjoy her days as a carefree wife sooner or later and let her have as many kids as she wants. “Thank you, Uncle Hunter.” Her voice cracks, and I know she is trying not to cry. My heart twists, and I wish I were there, holding her, kissing her tears away.

Everyone nodded in silence as they looked at the statue. The great snow king also watched with sad eyes. He also didn't want her to melt. In an impulsive decision he lightly blew on the statue. The fine snow that covered the statue flew away, revealing a beautiful pale princess from below. The princess was motionless for the first few moments, all eyes were on her. Then she breathed in a slight icy wind, and slowly opened her calm green eyes and lightly lifted her head to take in the surroundings. Then, the princess looks at the couple and asks in a sweet child's voice:

"Now I have to find the bastard who impregnated her and ran away. She wouldn't have moved away if it weren't for him. As soon as I return from my honeymoon, I will do some proper investigations on the guy." I nodded. "I will help you find him when you return." We turned toward the house, but Chris stopped and looked at me. "So, have you thought about my request?" I sighed and ran my hand through my hair before I answered. "Yes, I've thought about it, but I will play for one season." "Excellent!" He patted my back and walked away. I shook my head and walked toward the refreshment table to refill my glass when I found Nymeria pouring juice into a small pink bottle.

“No can't do. Olive here would love to add your ice cream to her collection, if it's good.” The woman grinned. “Oh, it is damn good. Also, I knew you were going to be a stubborn person.” I laughed. “He's not…sometimes.” “Hey,” Easton exclaimed. “Who's side are you on?” “Well, they are making delicious ice cream so…” They laughed. The masc woman introduced herself as Jude with feminine pronouns, making me relieved about my assumptions. Soon, I had a cone of blueberry flavored ice cream in my hand. “I know it seems suspicious,” Jennie laughed as I peered at the deep blue color of the ice cream. “But it's really good. It's my favorite.”

She looked at the lucky charcoal blazer, then slowly pulled the pins from her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders. "You're so beautiful that even a stone statue would fall flat for you," Erica's voice echoed in her head. "Beautiful?" Selena whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. She leaned closer to the mirror, examining her features as if she were seeing them for the first time. Her eyes, large and expressive, seemed to hold a world of hidden dreams. Her skin was pale and smooth, glowing under the soft Italian moonlight. She traced the line of her jaw with her fingertips. She thought about the "Ice King" Erica had described. A man who lived in glass towers, who owned half o

Rhae chuckled to herself. "I just came here to-" He paused, realising he couldn't disclose that he came here to check on how she was doing. That he couldn't stop thinking about her, about how gorgeous she was. "I came here to brief you on your next assignment as plans have changed. The Princess has gone missing, and we can use this to our advantage. Spies have reported the King has turned into a madman, there is little chance you can seduce him with his daughter missing as well. So your task is to find the Princess, return her to the king as a member of the Amiran guild and convince him to host a celebration ball of his daughter's return. Then at the party, you will convince him to marry you

He stared at me long enough to freeze the blood in my veins, until he broke the ice, and started talking . " you might wonder why are you here , if you let me just tell you my princess .......... this is my personal room , none is allowed here at all , and I have this table to dine at alone all of this time, alone every night........but it is going to change , .....so my Princess "I looked back at him " you have to know you aren't anyone , from now on and until , you get used to us and get used to live here with me , you are welcome here anytime except in special occasions, you will always eat here with me "

That one voice she hates to hear. "You figured me out, princess" "Freddie" Elsa called out in a whisper as she felt her legs become so weak. "What do you want?" She asked still trembling. There's just this one man that his voice and sight tortures her life! It's Fred's. "You!.... I want you , princess" He whispered and like a flash. Elsa felt his hand cover her mouth and nose. She collapsed.

Ice started to cover the ground. "Ehihihi~ this one's feisty!!" the third man said as he positioned his flute to his lips. Irregular music began to play in the air. It had a disturbing rhythm, a dark melody, and fast notes that confused the butterflies of Zillah. Dark shadows from the thorned thicket began to move restlessly. The princess gritted her teeth and clenched her fist, bringing her forearms in front of her. The ice rose up from the ground but it was harder now that the melody was getting louder and faster. It was like targeting her heart. Her every veins. Her pulse. And her nerves. The music countered Zillah's ice and broke it off causing the suspended sharp bones to pierce through