Trapped By The Ice Book Novels & Stories

I paced the room, my blood boiling. What exactly did Mario Santiago think he was? Some kind of god? Some untouchable tyrant? This was human trafficking, plain and simple. I was being sold off like a piece of meat. If I could just get out—just once—I’d march straight to the police station, slap a report on his head, and watch the whole empire crumble. I stopped by the window, yanking at the latch. Locked. Of course. It was sealed tighter than my chances of escaping this nightmare. The sunlight taunted me through the glass, bright and warm, reminding me of what freedom felt like—what it looked like.

I instantly hated that my legs were spread wide for him. Another ice cube was placed on my stomach, continuing its journey, circling my belly button, trailing lower. Every inch it moved left a trail of goosebumps and melting water. When it reached the sensitive skin just above my pussy, I jerked hard against the restraints. “Tristan, please!” He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he pressed the ice cube directly against my clit.

Tom only hoped they remained safe a while longer and this war would be over quickly. Alex lay frozen to the ground. Her tech suit crackled, but the energy drained away as the icy smoke sucked at it, creating lightning clouds above it. She struggled against the ice. She even tried flicking fire to her fingertips but it was immediately extinguished. Jack and Lexi lay to her side bound to the floor. She could see Jack's hand. it was only centimeters away. If she could only reach it. "Mrs. Truex, your husband will be so happy we've found you." The ice woman walked around. Her boots tapped on the ice-covered concrete. "There's quite the bounty out for you."

It's really not easy to forget my first time. First time to be kidnapped. First time to be molested. First time to kiss. First time having sex. First time to get shot. First time to fell in love... Why it has to be him? Why it has to be Dimitri? I promised myself that I would never fall in love with someone like him. It's all because he gave me a book to read. He gives me a hint to follow what's written inside the story. He made me fall into his trap.

YOU SHOULD CALL ME DAD MELANIE'S POV~~ As I slowly emerged from the depths of a restless sleep, I awakened to a pervasive sense of exhaustion that clung to me like a shadow. The constant, dull ache in my leg persisted, reminding me of my fragile state. I found myself trapped in a vortex of thoughts, each more troubling than the last, when suddenly, a soft knock echoed from the door. My mind raced with possibilities—who could it be at this hour? Perhaps it was Bryan, ever watchful and concerned.

--- Micah returned at dawn. He was pale, his arm bandaged with torn cloth, his fur matted with blood and snow. He collapsed at the gate. I ran to him. "What happened?" "We found them. Tor and his four. They were camped in a canyon. We watched. Then the ground opened." "Opened?" "Trap. Ice broke. Farrah fell. I tried to pull her out, but something grabbed her from below. Claws. Cold. Umbra." "Umbra?"

He knew he was going to die, and he wanted to make a run for it, unfortunately, I have my eyes on him. I closed my eyes and imagined a thick block of snow, one that can't be easily broken, I imagined it forming a circle around him and quickly opened my eyes to see that he was trapped in it, I smiled victoriously while Promising to take care of him if I'm leaving this place.

The other witnesses were like ghosts, faces I would see but never speak to. I started counting things obsessively. The distance between the bed and the door is a few steps. Logs in the woodpile. Hours until the next meal. Anything to make the time feel like it was ticking forward. Caelum noticed. “You have to take a dive out of your head.” “Exactly where, then, am I supposed to go? We're trapped in the arctic." "We could walk the perimeter. Get some air."

“I don’t know what happened. It’s like Ellie’s power backfired, and she froze herself.” I looked around but couldn’t see Ellie anywhere. “Where is she?” I manically asked Rhea. “Right there, next to you,” she responded, gesturing to a solid block of ice beside me. I look at the solid block of ice that stands next to me. My head is spinning as I realize Ellie is trapped inside. The moment I make contact with the ice enveloping her, my heart shatters. My big sister, the person I have known and loved my whole life, is trapped in a prison of her creation. I cried as I wrapped my arms around the ice, trying to warm it up with my body heat. “Is she alive?” I asked Rhea. Praying she says yes.

And books… were the worst things he could’ve ever had in his life. A small cliff lied ahead of his direction. Never seeing what was under, Arth jumped on the cliff and accidentally stepped on a circular mark on the ground as he landed. He cursed as the mark glowed brighter in blue light… blinding that Arth was forced to close his eyes. As the light faded, his left boot had been frozen in an instant. Ice King’s Footprint…. A simple spell trap specialized for beast hunting. How the hell did I not see this? Damn… Arth struggled as he tried to free his leg from the strong ice… but pointless it was. The spell had been known to be unbreakable, but only lasts for a limited time.