Trapped By The Ice Book Novels & Stories

I couldn’t fight; the room tilted, my limbs went useless, and the world folded away. It happened so fast. The darkness tasted like death. --- When I opened my eyes the cold hit me like a fist. My wrists and ankles were bound. My body lay on a block of ice so huge it felt like a pale slab of the Arctic. The air was sharp and my teeth chattered until my jaw ached. “Is anyone there? Please — help me!” I croaked. My voice was small in the frozen room. A familiar voice answered, measured and low like gravel. “Finally awake.”

He was curled up in the snow, too cold to speak. We helped him up and started walking back. A deep rumble came from somewhere in the distance. I looked up. A crack was spreading across the ice. It was coming toward us. “Run!” We ran. But the ice was too slick. My boots could not grip. The crack caught up to me. The ice collapsed beneath my feet. I fell. A hand grabbed my wrist.

Is the second time in a month when she sees someone drawing himself, and her heart was just broken. “Sarah!” Gal shouted. “Stay with me! Please!” but was too late. In the middle of the Ice Lake, closer to o hole that could make the ice break at every second, with her blood spreading around her, her shoes out of her feet, her purse fallen somewhere closely, Sarah just fainted. She was too weak to survive the stress, the wound she had and the cold around. And just as the book’s title states, book that was in her purse, she saw “all the light that we cannot see “(Anthony Doerr’s book).

Icy iron chains locked around my wrists and ankles, fastening me to a stone pillar in the center of the cellar. The piercing cold surged up from the soles of my feet, spreading through my entire body, cutting through the thin maternity dress and drilling straight into my bones. The cellar was empty, filled only with the slow drip of melting ice and the uncontrollable chattering of my teeth. I curled in on myself, arms wrapped tightly around my belly, trying to warm the child inside with what little body heat I had left.

Elsa looked at those couples who were moving on the dance floor. But Adam stared at Elsa, how her eyes brighten admiring those couples, as if she was watching immortal couples. He forwarded his free hand towards her and asked, “one dance, you and me.” Elsa swivelled back, baffled at his hand. When she understood, she contemplated for a second peering at her glass which was bottom down. Then she dropped the glass in the tray of a passer-by waiter and swivelled his way. She placed her slender right hand on his eagerly waiting hand. Fire scorched her body when their skin met.

he spat coldly. The boy shivered slightly. His father was cold but this man was an iceberg. He couldn't help the fear creeping in. The man might kidnap him indeed. He picked his phone and sent some text messages. When he was done, he dropped it and said, “too late, I already called for backup.” Casper looked around impassively. “I don't see anyone. Who brought you here?”

It has my sign using my own blood. "We put them in a safe place, far away from a danger as a promise of our contract" I felt relieved of what Calix said and nodded my head. "Just like what Kiefer told you, you should worry for yourself" and again he walk closer to me and put his head on my neck. "Because your already..." Calix said with almost a whisper and licked my neck that makes me paralyzed. "Trapped by the howling wolf"

I heard his voice through the mind link, ‘Don’t worry about me. This pain is not going to last longer.’ My back straightened, my hands clenching around his fingers, ‘What did you do?’ He paused for a moment, closing his eyes before saying, ‘Just know that by the time you wake up tomorrow, you will be seeing me as your alpha.’ ~~~ Trapped By My Alpha has a new shiny, pretty book cover! :) Do you guys find it interesting? I'm in love with it!

This book is dedicated to those who like them cold, with a side of sarcasm and flirty comments. Chapter One Arilyn I didn't want to go back to campus after last night but I did not want to stay home either. Not after last night. My back was sore and I could barely stand. I knew I had to suck it up. Everywhere else was better than staying at home.

Stolen. The ice cave is a jagged scar in the glacier’s flank, its entrance half-buried under drifts. I dig with bare hands, the cold searing my fingertips raw. Inside, the walls glisten like the throat of some primordial creature, veins of cobalt and iron ore threading through the ice. Lira huddles in the deepest recess, her body swallowed by a nest of mangy pelts. Fox, maybe. Wolf. Discards. “Viktor?” Her voice is a moth’s wing, brittle and fraying.