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Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance

Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-09-10
By:  Juno SparksUpdated just now
Language: English
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Contemporary

Drama

First-Person POV

Golden Boy

Hidden Identity

Independent

Campus

Hate to Love

Love-Triangle

Silver Preston was supposed to be America’s next figure skating champion. Until one devastating injury shattered her Olympic dreams and left her struggling to figure out who she is without the ice. Starting over at Yale should have been her chance to disappear. Instead, she finds herself constantly crossing paths with Eli Hayes, the university’s hockey captain. Confident, talented, and impossible to ignore, Eli seems determined to break through every wall Silver has built around herself. As old wounds, campus gossip, and the pressure of their futures threaten to pull them apart, Silver and Eli discover that healing is never as simple as walking away from the past. The closer they grow, the harder it becomes to ignore the connection neither of them expected. Set against the backdrop of elite sports, Ivy League life, and second chances, Ice is an emotional college romance about ambition, resilience, and finding the courage to choose your own future—even when your heart is on the line.

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137 Chapters
The Fall
POV: Silver PrestonThe ice looks too clean to be real.I've skated on plenty of rinks. Cramped training facilities with flickering fluorescents. Outdoor ponds that crack under winter sun. Even the gleaming Olympic oval in Colorado Springs, where dreams feel as tangible as morning frost.But this?This sheet of ice stretches before me like polished glass, so perfect it seems manufactured rather than frozen.Every overhead light catches its surface, throwing back my reflection in fragments. A flash of sequined blue. The sharp line of my ponytail. Eyes that have learned to hide doubt behind determination.The crowd presses against the boards of the Nationals arena, a wall of expectant faces blurred into motion and color. Parents clutch programs. Coaches scribble last minute notes.Somewhere in the darkness beyond the spotlights, cameras wait to capture either triumph or devastation, ready to replay either outcome until it becomes legend.My stomach twists.Not from nerves. Not exactly.
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The Diagnosis
POV: Silver PrestonThe world comes back in pieces.First, the sound.A steady electronic pulse that echoes from somewhere far away, then closer, then inside my skull.Beep. Beep. Beep.Each tone feels like a small hammer tapping against my consciousness, dragging me back from whatever dark place my mind retreated to when the arena lights went out.Then the smell hits me.Antiseptic so sharp it burns my nostrils, mixed with industrial cleaning solution that makes my throat constrict. Nothing like the cold, clean scent of a rink. Nothing like the familiar mustiness of a training facility.This is a hospital smell.Sterile and unforgiving.I blink slowly. My eyelids feel like sandpaper. Above me, fluorescent lights hum behind plastic covers, casting everything in a harsh greenish glow that makes my skin look wrong.My mouth feels stuffed with cotton. My tongue is thick and unresponsive.I try to shift position.I immediately regret it.Pain shoots down my left leg like liquid fire, so i
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Who Are You Without the Ice
POV: Silver PrestonShe looks like she just stepped out of a board meeting.Perfectly pressed navy blazer without a wrinkle. Blonde hair pulled back in the same severe chignon she wore at the arena. Makeup completely intact despite however many hours she spent in a waiting room down the hall.Leona Preston does not look like a woman whose daughter just collapsed on national television.She looks like a woman who is furious about it."Silver."One word.She says my name like it is a verdict.My throat closes. I know this tone. I have known it my whole life. It comes out after disappointing performances, after falls in practice, after any moment when Silver Preston the person has the audacity to fail Silver Preston the brand.She crosses to the bedside without glancing at the monitors, without looking at the brace locked around my leg, without doing any of the things a person does when they walk into a hospital room and see someone they love.She just looks at me.Arms folded. Heels sto
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The Long Way Back
POV: Silver PrestonThe question won't leave me.If I couldn't skate, who was I?It follows me through every MRI scan, every consultation with specialists who speak in careful, measured tones about torn ACLs and damaged meniscus tissue. It echoes through physical therapy sessions at the San Jose sports medicine clinic, where therapists smile encouragingly while I struggle to bend my knee past ninety degrees.It whispers during sleepless nights in the hotel room Thomas booked so he could stay close after Leona flew back to Atlanta to manage what she called the narrative.Reporters still call.Their voices come through honey sweet and false."Silver, when can we expect your comeback? Will you make it to the next Olympic cycle?"I stop answering after the third day.The weeks blur together the way pain does when it becomes constant enough to feel normal. Ice packs and compression wraps. Electrical stimulation therapy on the damaged joint. Slow, humiliating exercises that would have bored
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Cobblestones
POV: Silver PrestonUp close, Yale looms even larger than it did from the shuttle window.The Gothic spires press into the late afternoon sky, their shadows cutting long and dark across the courtyards below. I have competed in arenas built specifically to intimidate, designed with high ceilings and sharp lighting to make skaters feel small before they even lace up.This is different.These buildings do not need to try. The weight is just there, pressed into every carved stone and worn pathway. Centuries of people who knew exactly what they were doing and exactly where they belonged.I am not one of those people.I clutch my backpack strap and try not to favor my left leg too obviously as I follow the campus map toward my residential college. The map is already crumpled from the shuttle ride and makes about as much sense as it did when I first unfolded it. Every building looks the same. Gothic stone, arched windows, ivy climbing toward gargoyles at heights that make my head swim if I l
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Glitter
POV: Silver PrestonThe hallway stretches before me like something out of a movie set.Narrow. Dimly lit. Worn wooden floors that announce every footstep with a creak that sounds like the building itself is paying attention. The walls carry the particular smell of old wood polish layered over industrial cleaning solution, with something underneath that might just be a hundred years of ambitious people living in close quarters.I pass door after door on my way to my room number.Colorful posters cover nearly every surface already, and move-in day is barely half over.Yale Whiffenpoofs Auditions. Women's Rugby Welcome BBQ. Pre-Med Study Group Forming Now.Someone's speaker thumps bass through a thin wall. Another room leaks the sound of what is clearly a very animated phone call home. The energy in the corridor has the particular quality of people diving headfirst into something new, like everyone received a memo about how to do this correctly and I somehow missed it.I find the brass n
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Yorkside
POV: Silver PrestonI have barely managed to pull my toiletries from the depths of my duffel bag when Americus materializes beside my bed like a sequined genie, hands planted on her hips."We need a bonding night."I look up from the narrow desk where I am attempting to arrange the handful of things I brought. A few textbooks. My phone charger. A small prescription bottle I slide quickly toward the back corner, out of easy view."Mandatory roommate tradition," she continues, already pulling out her phone. "Non-negotiable.""Mandatory?""Obviously."Her fingers move across the screen with the speed of someone who treats texting as a competitive sport."Dorm decorating can wait. Fairy lights will still be fairy lights tomorrow. Tonight we need pizza. Nothing bonds two people faster than grease, cheese, and questionable decisions made after nine PM."Before I can form a single coherent objection, she is already spinning toward the door."Riley's coming too. You're going to love her.""Ri
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Registration Day
POV: Silver PrestonThe morning light filters through the diamond-paned windows, casting geometric shadows across the hardwood floor and striping my narrow bed in pale gold.I sit up slowly.My knee makes sure I do not forget it exists, the stiffness from a night of stillness radiating up through the joint the way it does every single morning now. I sit on the edge of the mattress for a moment, letting it adjust, doing the quiet calculation of how today is going to feel.This is my routine now.Across the room, Americus is already in full preparation mode.She hums something that sounds like it belongs in a Broadway pit orchestra while layering bangles onto her wrists with the focused precision of someone suiting up for something important."Registration day," she announces, spinning toward me with enough energy to power the entire residential college. "The great academic sorting ceremony. Today Yale decides whether we are worthy of the classes we actually want or whether we spend the
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The Whale
POV: Silver PrestonBianca holds my gaze for exactly three seconds.Then her mouth curves into something smooth and unhurried, the kind of smile that has been practiced in front of mirrors until it looks completely natural."My mistake," she says.She steps back.Bella follows, the two of them moving in the synchronized way they always have, like they share a single operating system underneath the matching designer jackets.Neither of them looks back.They do not need to.The message is already delivered, wrapped in plausible deniability and a pleasant expression.This is not over.I already knew that. I knew it the moment I saw them across the registration hall. But knowing something and feeling the full weight of it land in your chest are two entirely different experiences.Americus reappears at my elbow, still talking about costume design electives, completely unaware of what just happened two feet away from her.I let her voice wash over me like white noise and sign my name on the
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The Box
I barely sleep.Every time I manage to drift off, my mind pulls me back to Ingalls. Eli's edges cutting through tight turns. The spray of ice crystals catching the arena light. The particular sound of a slapshot cracking against the boards in an empty rink.And then that last moment.His gaze lifting from the ice and finding me in the stands like he already knew exactly where to look. Neither of us moving. Neither of us saying anything.I left first.I just stood up, gripped the railing, and walked back out through the doors into the September night without looking down at the ice again. I do not know how long he watched me go. I did not let myself check.By morning I feel like I have not slept at all.Americus, naturally, is already operating at full capacity.Pop music blasts from a portable speaker covered in what appears to be hand-applied rhinestones. She has gold eyeliner streaked across her cheekbones like war paint, and she is sorting through a pile of sequined tops with the f
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