Jack Frost Legend Novels & Stories

When the car crash happens, Maisie Hale uses her body to shield me from the brunt of the damage, leaving me uninjured. But when she wakes up, it turns out that she only remembers everything prior to her 18-year-old self. Her boyfriend at that time is Daniel York. Maisie's best friend, Chloe Shaw, keeps advising me to let Maisie go so that she can get back together with Daniel. Chloe claims that Maisie, an obedient girl, will only get to experience a range of emotions when she's with Daniel. But when Maisie's with a goody-two-shoes like me, her life is boring and dull. What no one knows is that I've had a crush on Maisie for many years now. That's why I stubbornly wait for the day that Maisie will regain her memories of me. Three years later, I get diagnosed with cancer. On the same day, I also find out what sort of surprise Maisie has prepared for me on the day of the accident. Finally, I let my love for Maisie go. When she hands me the divorce agreement once again, I sign it without hesitation.

Ophelia discovered her boyfriend's betrayal in the most devastating way possible. She attended an engagement party, only to discover that the groom was her boyfriend of two years–the man she had poured her heart and soul into. The same man for whom she had sacrificed everything had not only betrayed her heart but also driven her family's business into bankruptcy. Still trying to pick up the pieces of what's left of her life, her parents gave her a more devastating news: they had arranged for her to marry a man in a coma. "This is your mess Ophelia, it's only right that you help clean it up," her stepmother had said. With no room for protest, Ophelia found herself bound to a lifeless stranger. Yet, fate wasn't done with her just yet, as the comatose man harbored secrets that would turn her world upside down once again

In the dystopian future, singularity is within sight, over half of the population is obsessed with a brand new psychoactive substance, and transhumans outnumber humans. Kaiser Vrix is a private eye employed to search out a computer jock with plans of taking down the whole government with one virus. With the assistance of his machine intelligence, will Kaiser stop the Hacker referred to as Thinker?

An earthquake struck suddenly during our honeymoon. I suggested that we flee immediately. My husband’s former lover mocked me for being cowardly and paranoid. So, my husband dismissed my fears. I had no choice but to continue sightseeing with them. A fractured steel frame crashed down with an earsplitting clang and smashed into his former lover. She clung to me desperately as the rebars drove into my ribs one by one. Before I could cry out, my husband kicked me down when he saw his former lover in danger. “You wretch! If you hadn’t suggested this honeymoon spot, Lena wouldn’t have gotten hurt! “You knew there’d be an earthquake today. You did this on purpose!” The rebars pierced deeper into my ribs and made every breath I took excruciatingly painful. My husband pushed me aside, lifted his former lover into his arms, and stormed off without glancing back. “Before the aftershock hits, I’m taking Lena to the hospital! Then, I’ll call for rescue. “Stay here and reflect on your actions. This is your punishment for scheming against Lena!” I waited all night. He did not know that the torrential rains of the monsoon season had flooded the area. What awaited him was the bloated corpse of a pregnant woman.

Sophie Charm assured her lover Simon Sutterfield she will never get laid with his brother Jackson Sutterfield, the foremost asked for boy in their campus. However, once Jackson activates the charm, will it prove so much for Sophie to resist? And what if she will fall for him, can Jackson amend for her?

On her twenty-first birthday, Aria was murdered. She caught her fated mate, Alpha Jaxon, in bed with her younger sister, Sienna. Instead of an apology, her own family held her down and forced her to drink a chalice of deadly Wolfsbane so her sister could steal the title of Luna. But the Moon Goddess wasn't finished with Aria. Waking up in a cold sweat, Aria realizes she has been reborn on the morning of her tragic birthday. She has twelve hours before the ceremony begins. This time, she knows exactly who the snakes are, and she is ready to play their game. To survive, she must reject her fated mate before he can betray her. But her plans are thrown into chaos when the most ruthless, terrifying predator in the werewolf world arrives at her pack borders: Alpha Ethan, the Lycan King. When their eyes meet, Aria's wolf whispers an impossible word: Mine. Will Aria get her ultimate revenge, or will she become the forbidden prey of the Lycan King?

I had spent everything I had trying to raise my daughter into the perfect successor. But just before the inauguration ceremony, I accidentally found a paternity test she had taken 15 years ago. The results showed that her DNA matched my late wife's first love by 99.99%. I took the report and confronted her. But she only smiled with satisfaction. "Dad... No, I should call you Uncle Liam now. "Now that the company is under my control, if you admit at tomorrow's shareholders meeting that you and my mother had already divorced, and explain what really happened when they tried to run away back then and got into that accident, I might still let you retire peacefully, for the sake of the 25 years you raised me." I met her confident gaze and suddenly laughed softly. Then I picked up the phone and made a call. Who ever said I only had one heir?

Isabella white is a Psychiatrist which helps many mental patients to get better and reintegrate into society and live healthy Normal lives. She's the best in her field which is why the Thorn family hires her, to treat their psychotic son. She accepts the offer without thinking much of it, not knowing this will be the start of her downfall. Will psychiatry school ever teach you how to handle a hot manipulative cold hearted serial killer, who wishes to have you in his bed.

At a company team-building dinner, my coworkers started a challenge. We had to call our husbands or boyfriends and compare how much money they sent us. The rules were simple. Whoever got the biggest transfer and the fastest answer won. As usual, I came in dead last. "Seraphina, don't take it personally. Mr. Brooks may not be very romantic, but at least he's rich." Everyone laughed and tried to smooth things over, carefully avoiding old wounds. Like how I had spent seven years helping Conrad build his business, yet he had never once brought up marriage. Like how Conrad had distributed company shares to the executive team, and I was the last person to find out. Or how, on the day I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, the only person sitting beside me in the hospital waiting for the test results was my best friend. I simply smiled and said nothing. Then my gaze landed on the new intern. She gripped her phone so tightly her knuckles had turned white, hesitation written all over her face. "I think I'll pass," she said quietly. "He's on a business trip. He's really busy." The mood in the room began to grow awkward. Trying to help her out, I leaned forward with a smile and tapped the speakerphone button as I dialed for her. I had expected the call to go unanswered. Instead, it was picked up instantly. The private dining room fell completely silent. Because the voice that came through the phone belonged to my quiet, unromantic boyfriend, Conrad, and his tone was impossibly gentle. "Babe, did you get the Valentine's Day surprise I sent you?"

My son, Caleb Yates, is publicly known as the most caring son ever. But I've written a letter just to cut off all ties with him on New Year's Eve. The community workers take turns in trying to mediate the situation. "Your son cares a great deal about you. Since young, he has never caused trouble for you, and he often visits you at home. Whenever he comes back, he makes sure to bring gifts, too. "Are you going senile, Bruce? You already have one foot in the grave, so why are you still cutting off ties with Caleb?" I never waver in my decision. Instead, I snatch up a pole and drive Caleb out of my home. Even though I keep berating and hitting Caleb, he refuses to leave. He then jumps off the fourth floor without hesitation. When I walk past him, Caleb does his best to grasp my pant leg despite still lying in a pool of his own blood. I merely take a step backward. "If you want to die, do it somewhere else." My neighbors can't take it anymore. They claim that I'm a bad father before dragging me to the hospital by force. Once Caleb regains consciousness after undergoing surgery, he keeps apologizing to me even though he has tubes connected to him. I refuse to even spare him another glance. The next day, I sue him at the relationship severance court immediately.