Novel & Cerita The Ice Queen Book

"It's okay, you just go. I'm not a child to take care of that." The Queen laughed at Eric's awkward expression and said softly. Eric now took out a few books that he personally copied from a modern novel and gave them to the Queen to read, these books were all the best modern love stories that Eric had collected. The Queen thought that these were the only popular novels in the Kingdom, but after reading five chapters, she began to get caught up in the plot of the story that made the warm water gradually cool down, and the Big Tiger had to growl several times. The Queen drinks water.

It was meant to be a form of torture, doing to me what I had done to him. However, when I felt him enjoying himself and heard the pleasurable grunts my body drew for him, I wanted to hear it again and again. Only for him would I get on my knees and open my mouth wide. I turn my attention back to the Queen, schooling my emotions so as not to give anything away before my arousal is noted by the shifters present. “I don’t know if I can convince you but let me tell you a story.” “I’ve heard your story, Oliver.” I’m hissed at once more.

Who the hell is Ice Queen? People jumped to their feet, shouting and waving. The noise rolled through the arena, too loud, too excited. I sank back in my seat, trying to keep up with the energy around me. “Ice Queen!” The name pounded in my skull. Then I heard it. A voice. Smooth, seductive, too sharp to ignore. “Oh, don’t stop chanting—I could listen to you call my name forever. Tonight, we rule this ice, this gala, this empire… together.”

She sucked hard at the pointed nub almost to the point of pain. Mei screams her pleasure, her upper body shooting up to thrust her breast further into the Queen’s mouth. Yuelan continues to suck at her breast while her hand dove under her gown, weaving through the layers of underwear protecting the heat she soughts to sink her fingers into. When she reaches the final layer keeping her way from what she yearns for, she slips her slender fingers past the barrier into the blonde’s warmth. Peering at the blonde through her upper eye lid with her lips still attached to the blonde’s nipple, the Queen gently thrust two finges into the blonde.

The air itself seemed to freeze. "Who dares?!"

with straight hair. Fuck him. Fuck all of them. She had been in courtrooms and jailhouses with murderers, rapists, and some of the evilest human trash the city of New York had ever known. None of them had ever fazed her in the slightest. “Ice Queen” is what the good ole’ boys in the office called her behind her back. Her friends called her the same thing to her face. She liked making the white patriarchy nervous. She liked being the Ice Queen.

Her mask, which had been precariously perched on her face, slipped off and fell to the floor. A seasoned journalist named Alex, had been covering the Manchester family's social circle for years. He had seen countless photos of Liliana Anderson, the elusive "Ice Queen," but never thought he'd cross paths with her in person. Yet, as he scanned the room, his eyes landed on a familiar face - or rather, a familiar profile. The sharp jawline, the piercing eyes, and the distinctive nose were all unmistakable.

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

She turned to go up the stairs. “Where do you think you are going to with our family heirloom you thief?” Sloane screamed. “The marriage has ended, you need to return the ring. I honestly don’t even know what Liam saw in you, you gold digger.” Dukia pulled the diamond ring from her finger. It had never fit right, loose and cold. She placed it on the dinner table, directly on top of the divorce papers, and walked up the stairs to what used to be her room. Her bag had already been packed for her. A single duffel bag that she had stepped into this family with. She picked up the bag and walked out the front door.

Not to conquer her, but to meet her, finally, beyond the armors and the secrets. The night is deep. In the house, the light goes out. In the chalet, I remain in the dark, watching. Waiting. For the next move. The imminent crack. The moment when the ice queen, in her fortress of solitude, will remember that even ice can melt when faced with a persistent enough heat. And that heat is me. And I will not leave. ---