Eight Weeks (Unfrozen Four #2) Read Online Joelina Falk

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Unfrozen Four Series by Joelina Falk

Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 109530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)

Sofia Carlsen has been living the majority of her life running away from her past. Unfortunately that also meant running away from her childhood best friends.
After having moved to a whole different country at the age of seven, and being promised to be back four years later, something traumatic happened, messing up the original plans.
While a promise made shortly before her departure kept her heart in New City, she was still an ocean apart from him.
Aaron Marsh is good at making promises, determined to never break one. He has big dreams but an even bigger mouth when it comes to Sofia. When he heard she would move away, Aaron couldn’t help himself but to promise Sofia to be together again. Given that she was only supposed to stay away for four years, an easy promise to hold on to, right?
But what if four years turn into thirteen?
After thirteen years apart, childhood sweethearts meet again. Soon Aaron finds out that Sofia needs someone to spend the holidays with. Naturally, Aaron is her guy; making yet another promise to her.
Being in a forced proximity for weeks, they get closer again and are quick to learn that neither of them ever stopped holding on to the promises Aaron made. Now only one question remains;

Will they make it?
Will Aaron have to break his promises, or is he able to make the ones made at the age of eight come true?



When You’re Ready — Shawn Mendes

see you later (ten years) — Jenna Raine

Wildest Dreams (Taylor’s Version) — Taylor Swift

WYD Now? — Sadie Jean [feat. Zai1k & Zakhar]

Favorite T-Shirt – Acoustic — Jake Scott

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night — FINNEAS

Chills — Why Don’t We

Full Time Job — We Three

Make You Mine — PUBLIC

It’ll Be Okay — Shawn Mendes

Heart To Heart — James Blunt

Last First Kiss — One Direction



“and I thought I’d be happy, but I’m barely breathing”—Falling Up by Dean Lewis

“This is the final boarding call for flight 375A to New York City. Please proceed to gate six immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five to ten minutes. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for flight 375A to New York City.”

I’m starting to regret my decisions to leave for a couple of months. Sure, I’ve always dreamed of studying abroad, but never have I imagined that being my final year of university.

I’m also not quite sure how good of a decision it was to choose St. Trewery University. I had so many options, and yet I chose to go to the one university in the city I ran away from.

I hadn’t really had a choice anyway. My father got a better job offer in Germany when I was seven, of course he took it. My mother figured we shouldn’t have to live four years without seeing our father, so we tagged right along.

And I guess now I’m going back for a little under half a year.

But… all my friends are here. So is my family. Well, part of my family. I’m only really close to two of them, though.

Still, it’s good to finally get far away from my ex-boyfriend for a while.

Exactly, Sofia. Stay positive.

We don’t allow negative thoughts. Especially not when you’re trapped in an airplane for the next twelve hours of your life. That is, if the plane doesn’t crash and you’ll die.

Aaaand there the negativity is again.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Everything will be alright.

Just ten minutes ago I had to say goodbye to everyone I love. And I doubt I’ll get to see them again before Christmas. Maybe not even then.

Flights are expensive. Especially ones that get you across the ocean.

I can literally feel the elderly lady next to me judge me. She probably wonders why Satan decided to punish her by seating her next to a twenty-year-old.

Correction, a bawling-her-eyes-out twenty-year-old.

She might as well have been seated next to a toddler at this point.

It’s not that I’m necessarily afraid of flying. Maybe I am. But the fact that I miss everyone already plays a huge role as for my tears as well.

Alright, and perhaps the fact that my anxiety goes crazy when I’m in the air. Something about flying just doesn’t seem right to me.


I’m not only a whole day late, but I’m also homeless now.

Things couldn’t get any worse.

Well, at least my classes don’t start before Monday. And as it’s only Saturday, I have about one and a half days left to find a place to stay.

I was supposed to get a room assigned at St. Trewery’s dorms, but as it seems, they’re full. Why would they promise me a room when, clearly, they have no space for me?

Literally. It took them a whole six months and me already being stuck here to find out I cannot stay at the dorms.