305 Ice Novels & Stories

Smooth, unhurried, like he had said something completely ordinary and was now done with it. I stood at the boards and stared at the ice and felt my very carefully constructed position begin, in several places at once, to develop cracks.

“You’re mine for thirty days. Might as well enjoy it.” Soren turned his head, meeting JR’s gaze. “And after the thirty days? What then? We go back to trying to kill each other on the ice like nothing happened?” JR’s expression darkened. He opened his mouth to answer Soren’s phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. Once, twice., then it started ringing. He reached for it instinctively. The screen lit up with his teammate’s name: Mitch Callahan – Assistant Captain. “Shit.” Soren sat up, wincing at the soreness in his body. He answered before it went to voicemail. “Mitch? What’s going on?”

She watched my hands, quiet for a moment, before standing up awkwardly. I opened the heavy plastic door and stepped onto the ice. I held my hand out. Roselle stepped over the threshold, her skates hitting the slick surface. Both of her feet instantly slid in opposite directions. I caught her by the arms before she could hit the ice. She gripped my jacket sleeves like her life depended on it, her eyes wide. “Okay,” she breathed. “Okay, this is very slippery.” “It’s ice, Roselle.” “Shut up.”

“Where are you? Freezing out here.” There was no response. I walked a slow circle around center ice, my breath fogging faintly in the cold air that lingered after the crowd had cleared out. The door to the arena opened. I straightened up immediately, already starting to say his name, a small smile forming on my face before I'd even seen him. "Took you long enough—" A figure stepped through, briefly silhouetted by the light from the hallway behind him. His height and build matched exactly what I had expected.

Truthful answer, slightly embarrassing. [Nora]: I find you in the warm-up. wherever you are on the ice. and then I feel better Three dots appeared. Stayed for a while. [Jordan]: yeah? [Nora]: yeah. don't make it weird [Jordan]: I'm not making it weird [Jordan]: I do the same thing I stared at that for probably thirty seconds. [Nora]: okay [Jordan]: okay [Jordan]: get some sleep, Vasquez. four days [Nora]: night, A-minus

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

"They're going to faint on the ice." A few others chuckled. Even some students sitting on the spectators side looked entertained. Meanwhile Noa looked ready to commit murder, and Leon wasn't much better. Neither liked being embarrassed, especially not publicly. Coach Finn blew his whistle again. Phweeet! The sharp sound echoed throughout the rink. "Enough of the chit-chat!" Everyone immediately straightened. The coach pointed toward center ice. "Rotation, guys!"

to drag him into the dark shadow of the wall and kiss him until neither of us could breathe. Then my phone vibrated aggressively in my pocket. The sudden, sharp buzzing against my thigh felt like a bucket of ice water being dumped over my head. I froze in place, my fingers hovering just an inch away from his shirt. Jeffery blinked, taking a sharp breath as the loud buzzing shattered the heavy spell between us. I cursed under my breath, yanking the phone out. The glowing screen showed a text from Coach. Mandatory team practice in thirty minutes. Everyone on the ice. No excuses. Don’t be late. Reality came crashing back like a runaway truck, flattening every single dirty thought in my head. “

Killian Vale The glass in my hand was warm. Which meant I’d been holding it too long. I stared at it without blinking—crystal-cut, rim laced with untouched scotch, the expensive kind that collectors chased and I used like mouthwash on high-stress days. Macallan 25. The kind of liquid amber that cost more than most people made in a month. And this? This was turning into one of those days. Or nights, rather.

Ranging from pizza, spaghetti with little chunks of hotdogs cut up in it, Chinese , rice and finally meat stew. He looks at me sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck and says " I wasn't sure what you would like" he pauses " Choose your favourite". Again, a choice ! I'm really starting to like this guy. "Told ya! How could you not? He is our mate after all." Snow squeals and I ignore her. I choose pizza and after we warm it I arrange them back in the box and make my way towards the "backyard", While Jason follows closely behind me with a wine bottle and two glasses.