All Chapters of Beast On Ice : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

SARAHThe stadium lights were so bright they made the falling snow look like glitter. Loud. Blinding. Electric.And somehow… I was still invisible in all of it.The crowd roared as Henry skated past center ice, slicing through defenders like he owned the entire rink. Of course he did—Captain, golden boy, the school’s pride, the Blake everyone wanted to take pictures with.“Henry! Henry! Henry!”Their voices shook the dome, echoing off the frosted glass.I stood at my usual place on the sideline, hugging the clipboard to my chest like it was some kind of shield. Being the team intern sounded cute until you realized it meant two things: Fetch water.Try not to exist.My breath fogged the air as I tucked a loose hair back into my beanie. It didn’t help. My curves always made me feel like I took up too much space, even when I wasn’t moving at all.Henry shot. The puck sliced through the air —GOAL.People jumped up, screaming.He lifted his stick in celebration, his jersey clinging to hi

SarahI didn’t move……it felt like the world froze the moment the door swung open.Xavier stood there, a towel slung low around his hips, still dripping from a shower. Snow-white steam curled around him, rolling into the hallway like mist from a forbidden world. His chest… God. His chest looked carved, like someone sculpted him out of marble and then decided marble wasn’t good enough. Every line on him was sharp, clean, dangerous. And the way he leaned against the doorframe—like he knew exactly what he looked like and exactly what it did to girls like me—made my throat knot.I didn’t breathe.I didn’t blink.I didn’t even know my own name anymore.Except I did.And apparently, so did my traitorous mouth.“Henry…? It’s me—” I whispered, before my soul left my body.Xavier’s head tilted. Slowly. Like a predator spotting something fun to chase.“Well,” he drawled, eyes dragging down my body and back up again, “this is interesting.”My heart stopped. “I—I got the wrong room.”“Mm.” His smi

SarahThe next morning, the mansion was already alive with noise, music, and the soft glow of Christmas lights. Every wall was lined with warm golden garlands, fake snow drifted from hidden vents on the ceiling, and the entire place felt like one magical holiday movie scene—except the kind that hides secrets, tension, and eyes that watched too closely.Students filled the ballroom, drinking, laughing, and taking pictures in front of a massive Christmas tree adorned with red ribbons and glass ornaments. The DJ played loud pop songs, and the smell of vanilla candles mixed with expensive perfumes.Then I walked out.The moment I stepped into the party, conversations stopped. Heads turned. Some eyes widened. Some jaws dropped. A few phones lifted slightly.My heart thumped painfully against my ribs as I adjusted the soft straps of my lingerie-style dress—the one Henry had given me the night before. It shimmered under the lights, hugging my body in a way no dress ever had.I know I wanted