Whispered Frost
- LETTURE 69
- Voti 7
- Parti 3
She was born a miracle.
He was made a monster.
Liora Evangeline Astor-the first girl born into the Astor family in over fifty years-was the light in a world drenched in shadows. Raised in silk, secrets, and steel, she was the family's miracle and their greatest risk. Protected fiercely by her brothers-men hardened by blood and loyalty-Liora's sweetness is a fragile flame in a world built for war.
Leonid Valentinovich Dragunov isn't just a man-he's the feared Pakhan of the Russian Bratva. A ghost in the underworld, cold as Siberian ice, and just as deadly. Silent. Ruthless. Untouchable. He doesn't love. He doesn't trust. He doesn't feel.
Until he meets her.
Drawn to the one soul unscarred by violence, Leonid claims what should have stayed distant. A whisper of obsession spirals into a dangerous flame neither can control.
Because when frost meets flame, someone always burns.
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SHE'S REALLY INNOCENT AND SOFT...NO HATE IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOFT CHARACTERS... let's be respectful, kind and nice💕
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