All Chapters of Sixty Shades Of Ice: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NathanielEverything turned blank.My emotions cold as hell, as I stood there, completely frozen in place while I badly wished that death would take me at that moment and finally relieve me from this hellish drowning pit called life.Well unfortunately, it didn’t take me, but something else was snatched away from me. It was my dignity.Watching the woman I labeled as my mother humiliate me in cold public.And the cherry on top was that he gave her money.I can only refer to him as he because I refuse to call him by his name, knowing that I have my own fair share of history with him.My inner cheeks must have turned bloody at this point, because of how much pressure and biting I subjected them to.Finally the taunting voices decreased, as she took the money and left, leaving me painfully standing there.“Well, that was entertaining.” He spoke, and I felt his eyes glued to my body.I refused to appreciate what he deemed as kindness, because we both know it isn’t.My eyes fell, as the cr

Nikolai“Father.” The words forcefully left my throat.I stared at my sperm donor as he slowly turned and walked off the balcony.His face had his usual cold, expressionless look.I straightened my back, trying not to seem intimidated.“I heard from the vice chancellor that you have been failing your courses and barely attending classes.” His eyes were desperately cold.My head straight.“Is that true?”“Yes.”He shook his head, his glare flickering past me, staring through my apartment as he walked toward where some of my trophies were displayed.He stopped in front of the trophy shelf, fingers brushing over the glass cases like he was inspecting my failures rather than my accomplishments.“You know what this means, don’t you?” His voice was low, sharp, and measured.I didn’t answer. I stood straight, shoulders squared, forcing my expression into calm neutrality. My stomach churned, and my hands twitched slightly at my sides, but I didn’t show it.“Failing courses automatically affec

NathanielTyler nearly choked on his coffee for the third time straight in a row.“What the fuck? You mean all these things happened and you’re just telling me now?” And I couldn’t tell from his voice if he was angry or confused.“It’s a complete mess, Tyler, and I can’t even change him because I can’t come up with a valid reason.” Frustration edged my tone. “He’s a psychopath, Tyler, he fucking needs help.”And the way he stares at me, calling me baby or pretty boy, it makes me want to puke my guts out.“But… you said you weren’t gay… right?” He gave me a knowing look.“Of course I’m not gay.”“But you allowed him to kiss your neck and even sucked you off.” Tyler whispered, and in between I realized that he was enjoying this conversation instead of being concerned about me.“It was all chaos that night, and I was too stunned and scared for my life to have done anything.”“So you chose to allow him to have his way with you instead of fighting him off?” Tyler raised his brows. “Well, t

NikolaiFuck me sideways…Like I had to blink just to make sure that it wasn’t my fucked up and sick brain conjuring things up.Things like seeing my own pretty boy walking around in my room as he disposed of the things he used in tending to my wounds.I should probably thank my father for beating the shit out of me, because who knew that my pretty boy had such good hands.And so fucking caring and so fucking delicate.My body still fucking hurts like a bitch, but fuck me, it’s definitely all worth it, and I wouldn’t hesitate to even shoot myself in the chest if it means him taking good care of me.He turned around. “You will need some painkillers and something to lower your temperature.” He walked back to the bed.And I couldn’t even hide it, unable to take my eyes off him.“Here…” he stretched something out.Looking at his palm, he held some pills out for me.“Hell… no. I am not taking that.”I fucking hate medications.He raised an eyebrow, voice calm but firm. “You will take them,

NikolaiFour days, 19 hours, and twenty-two minutes…That’s how fucking long the yapping voices in my head have refused to quiet down.And that’s how long my brain had seemingly stopped working properly, choosing instead to constantly revolve around a certain bastard.This is what I hate about addiction: those little fucking sons of fucks called withdrawal symptoms that fuck you up.I’ve visited his apartment about seven times in a row.Again, I can’t just bypass withdrawal symptoms.I kept picking his stuff and adding it to my theme wall of display dedicated to him.After we had our first couple fight.Okay, fine. We weren’t yet a couple. But trust me, I’m working on it.Wait… I thought we were trying to get him off our system and not the other way around?“Fuckkkkkk.” I pulled hard on my hair, knowing that at this rate I might as well just go completely crazy.Clinton gave me a look that spelled what the fuck is wrong with you, man.“As much as I’d rather not even ask,” Clinton sigh