Novels by Miss Rhyjhyoce 🌺💙

Seconds passed after Killian's threat. None of them spoke.The raging storm continued outside.The fireplace crackled.The grandfather clock in the corner ticked loudly.But inside Frost Manor, everything else felt frozen. Different.Killian looked calm.Too calm for the situation.That frightened Aubrey more than the real danger.Because she had already learned something important about him.The angrier Killian Frost got…..The quieter he became.His phone rang again piercing through the quietness of the room.He answered instantly."Speak."A man's voice spoke rapidly through the speaker.Killian listened.His face remained calm.Then—"Lock down every transportation system in New York.Aubrey blinked.“Every transportation system.” The man repeated from the other end.“You heard me.”“Yes sir.”"Private jets too."Silence."No exceptions."He ended the call.Immediately another call came through."Talk."Silence.Then—"I don't care how much it costs."A dark expression crossed his

The room suddenly felt colder than normal.Not because the storm had worsened.Not because the chandelier flickered briefly overhead.But because something had changed.Aubrey felt it.One second, Killian had been standing beside her near the fireplace, his attention focused on the storm outside. The next, his phone vibrated,the ringtone piercing through the room.He glanced at the screen.And everything changed.His expression didn't disappear completely. Killian Frost was too controlled for that.But Aubrey saw it.The flicker in his eyes.The way his shoulders became rigid.The sudden stillness of him.He answered immediately."Talk." His voice was calm. Too calm.Aubrey watched him carefully.The person on the other end spoke quickly.Killian listened without interrupting.Then—"When?"A pause.His eyes darkened."No."Another pause."Don't involve the police yet."Aubrey's stomach twisted.That wasn't a normal phone call.It wasn't an emergency meeting.And it definitely wasn't

Neither of them moved.Aubrey could still feel the warmth of Killian’s touch beneath her fingers, tense under her grip. The storm continued roaring violently, thunder rolled through the mansion walls, but somehow the silence between them felt louder than the downpour outside.“You’re staring,” Killian said calmly.Aubrey blinked, realizing too late that she had been.She immediately pulled her hand away like she’d been burned.“I wasn’t staring.”“You were.”His voice was calm. Too calm. That somehow made it worse.Aubrey shifted uncomfortably on the couch, suddenly aware of how close they actually were now. At some point during the storm, the distance between them had disappeared completely.She hated how she noticed things about him now. His sharp jawline . The faint scent of whiskey mixed with his expensive cologne. The tattoo disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.It annoyed her for some reason.Another flash of lightning lit the room, followed by a violent crack of thunder

Living in Killian Frost's house felt less like living and more like existing inside a controlled experiment.Everything had rules. Everything had order. Aubrey was starting to realize she wasn't anything in this house. Not an employee. Not a guest. Not family. Just… a condition he had agreed to manage.And he managed everything. Even her breathing, if he could. Breakfast that morning had already proven it.Aubrey stirred her coffee lazily, sitting at the long marble dining table big enough for ten people but usually held only two of them—him at the head, her somewhere far down like she was some sort of inconvenience that he had to put up with.She lifted the cup.Barely took a sip.“Put that down.”His voice cut through the heavy silence instantly. Aubrey didn’t even look up. “And Good morning to you too.”Killian stood by the window, perfectly dressed as always, his posture rigid like he had never once slouched in his entire life. His gaze flicked to her cup.“What is that?”She fol

Aubrey had never seen anything like it before.Not in real life. Not even in movies that exaggerated wealth to feel unreal.This wasn’t a house.It was a statement.The black gates opened slowly as the car rolled into the Frost estate, revealing a world that felt deliberately separated from everything she knew. High walls wrapped around perfectly cut gardens, fountains rose and fell in controlled rhythm, and sleek luxury cars lined the driveway like it was some kind of exhibition.Even the air here felt different—cleaner, heavier.Aubrey pressed her hand lightly against the seat, suddenly feeling out of place in this whole new environment.“This is ridiculous,” she whispered under her breath.Killian, seated beside her, didn’t look impressed or entertained. “You’ll get used to it,” he said calmly.Aubrey turned toward him sharply. “I highly doubt that.”That earned her nothing. Not even a glance of acknowledgment.The car continued forward, tires gliding over polished stone until it

The hospital room felt painfully cold, the kind of cold that seeped into bone and stayed there, refusing to leave no matter how tightly you wrapped your arms around yourself.Aubrey sat stiffly on the edge of the examination bed, fingers clenched together so tightly her knuckles turned white. The hospital gown she wore did nothing to protect her from the chill—or from the reality of why she was here.Doctors moved around her with practiced efficiency, voices low, clipped,professional. Killian stood near the window.As always, he looked like he didn’t belong in a place like this- his face emotionless as usual. His tailored black suit didn’t have a single wrinkle. His posture was straight, hands tucked casually into his pockets, gaze fixed on the city outside as if the skyline held more value than whatever was going on inside this room.Aubrey watched him for a moment too long.“You could at least pretend to be human,” she muttered under her breath.Without turning, he replied flatly,