All Chapters of How to Make the Ice Prince Fall: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Katherine sucked her breath between her teeth, but Nathaniel already continued as if it were nothing. "As far as I was told, Alexander Ymir Icefall was the worst kind of husband one could imagine. After he succeeded the throne, he was also the worst kind of King, though his reign was so short hardly anyone ever mentions it. The only thing he is remembered for up till now, is his genius in magic theory and his magic inventions. He invented an apparatus that measures the possibility of awakening magic power, the magicmeter. It is so costly that it's only used in the Icelands though, so maybe you never heard of it... or have you?" Katherine shook her head. You are diverting from the topic, she wanted to say, but there was hardly a time when Nathaniel spoke so much, let alone out of his free will. So, she let it be. Besides, she was curious of the reason. It seemed almost like her ever-steadfast, unmoving husband was nervous. "Never mind then." Nathaniel's hand had long since let go of K

This chapter is even hotter than the last one. Read at your own risk ;) ~Freakzilla _____________ The offer alone was insanity. Every touch, every gaze at her aroused face, would make it harder to resist until at last he would give in and even touch her skin. Maybe not today, but soon enough. Nathaniel knew this, but he couldn't stop himself. Why? Surely it wasn't because every fiber of his being longed for this woman. No, if it were just that, he might have braced through it somehow. He had done so before, when she kissed or hugged him. What was truly unbearable weren't his own feelings, but the disappointment in her face. Every time he had to push her away, he saw it. He always assured himself that it was alright, because she herself wouldn't come this close if she knew about his curse. Alas, she knew now, and it didn't change anything. She stayed close despite the risk, even asked for him to touch her. She wanted him so much that she disregarded all

In the morning, Nathaniel awoke from knocks on his door. Hoping it was not Katherine, since he didn't want to fight so early in the morning, Nathaniel opened it a crack. "What?" In front of him stood Aston, but he was not the normal sunny boy. Instead, there stood the scowling someone-just-woke-me-up grumpy version of a brother. "Message. From Dad." "Since when does he need you to play the messenger? Doesn't he have servants?", Nathaniel asked, amused at the unwillingness his brother radiated. Aston threw his hands in the air with annoyance. "Somehow, Dad thinks you would be more inclined to listen when it is me talking to you. Surely, it has nothing to do with you two screaming yourselves hoarse at the last meeting. Anyhow, can you just let me get over with so I can sleep again?" With a raised brow, Nathaniel looked at Aston as if to say 'who would want to talk to you when poison is oozing out of your every pore?', yet remembering his responsibility, he onl

Katherine's morning, despite not filled with politics like Nathaniel's, was similarly dark in the beginning. There was no Hazel to wake her up, no Pete and Jack waiting in front of her door, and her bedside was empty. Knowing that she might have spend a night asleep next to him if only she hadn't been so greedy, the blanket felt even colder. Her hand grazed the empty place beside her before it clenched. For a few minutes she just stayed that way. Then, slowly, she raised her hands to rub the sleep away, noticing how swollen and sticky her lids were. She sniffed, before a stubborn trait emerged around her mouth as she gritted her teeth. "No crying", she fiercely whispered to herself. "No crying, not again. You know that tears don't help." However, that didn't stop them from collecting in her eyes, like they did the previous night. Before they could spill, Katherine took a trembling breath, and crawled out of bed. With bare feet, she tapped over to the window and o

Suddenly, it knocked on the door. Nathaniel rapidly pulled his trousers up and called out "Come in" while still closing the buttons of his shirt. Like he expected from the familiar sound, the one striding inside was his butler. Closing the door behind him, Sam opened his mouth, but then suddenly didn't know what to say anymore. Reason was the unusual tension that ignited between them. They hadn't found the time yet for the private talk about Sam's past with everything that happened at Nathaniel's side. Or, to be clear, after talking with the King, Nathaniel had been unwilling to take on anything else connected to him being the child of Alexander Icefall.Even now, he didn't look up as he stated his question. "What is it?""I came to report."Nathaniel's hands paused for less then a second, then he closed the last button on his collar and went over to his sleeves. "About what?"The blue eyes drilled holes inside Nathaniel's head, yet the latter ignored them. So, S