305 Ice Novels & Stories

Max returned a moment later with a glass of water, handing it to me silently. “Thanks,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Max sat beside me, close but not too close, giving me the space to breathe. “What would you like.. should I get you ice cream your favorite chocolate & vanilla swirl?” “I’m fine.” I barely muttered. I took a shaky sip, letting the cool water soothe my throat, and finally allowed myself to rest a little, leaning back against the couch. For the first time since the text, I felt a tiny bit of calm.

He ordered quickly, eyes flicking between the menu and his phone. When he got his drink, he snapped a picture and sent it without thinking. The label on the side read: ICED LATTE — OAT — 1 PUMP VAN _JPEG_ : (photo) i have human fuel MegaMax_31: since when do you do vanilla? _JPEG_ : i pressed the wrong button MegaMax_31: coward Jamie took a sip as he turned toward the door, the sweetness subtle, almost comforting. “Caramel macchiato for Max!”

He skated slowly toward me while locking his eyes on mine with intensity. He stopped a foot away. “Show me the triple axel,” he finally said with a voice devoid of emotion. It sounded more like a command but I liked it. After hesitating for a second, I nodded. This wasn't the time for explanation. He just wanted me to show him what I could now do on the ice. Taking the entry and gathering speed, I forgot about the risk, drove upward and pulled the three rotations through before I had a clean landing. Seeing the landing, he smiled subtly.

That made me stand straighter along with the other guys. "Boys," he greeted, shoving his hand in the pocket of his hoodie. "We have a match on Friday against Green-Hill. It will be held in the local rink and I want no funny business. You know the rules." We knew the rules. Of course we did. "Wade," Coach spoke again. "Remind us of the rules." Wade let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh beside me, and I bit back a laugh as he launched into his usual spiel, repeating the rules for what felt like the hundredth time. "No drinking before games, no missing practice and no distractions."

She squatted in front of the water and di-p her hand in it,,the water was so cold. She suddenly smiled when an idea stucked into her head,,she controlled the water with her mind and it turned to ice immediately,she grinned wi-dely but the smile was short lived when suddenly the ice broke and melted, ‘What’s going on?’ She thought and t©uçhed the water,it was almost boiling,,so h0t. She looked up and turned to Kingston but he didn’t move,,she turned back to the water and tried freezing it again but each time it happens,the water melt right away. She stood up feeling frustrated and walked to Kingston angrily

Ericson uttered ecstatically to Denise as he reached for a bottle of champagne that was situated not far away from him ,inside the ice bucket"You are going to get blown the fuck away!" "OH MY GOD!"Denise squiled loudly , bouncing excitedly on the seat as she looked at Eric with wide eyes"Are we really going to LáBlanca? Like Dom LáBlanca?" "The one and the only"Ericson confirmed just as thrilled "OH FUCKK!"Denise screamed one more time, earning chuckles from the rest of us ,before turning her face towards Bani who was sitting between her and Nikhil"Did you hear that Bani? We are fucking going to LáBlanca! Oh god ,I've been wanting to go there like....since forever"

An hour later, her Maybach pulled up outside a villa in Southbridge. Claire stepped inside with a dark expression. I opened the listening software I had installed earlier that evening while she was showering, slipped on my earbuds, and immediately heard arguing. "Didn't I tell you? Unless I contact you first, don't ever contact me." I'd never heard such darkness in Claire's voice before. The man sounded hysterical. "Why? I know you're getting married to him today! He's your man. Am I not your man, too?"

Late night snacks had become her thing now and she had always had a thing for ice-cream but she could have sworn that it had heightened since she was now avoiding Dexter like the plague. She opened the fridge and smiled widely at the big tub of ice-cream right at the back of the fridge. She pulled it out, left the fridge open to take advantage of the light emanating from it. She opened the kitchen unit where she had put the bowls but to her surprise, there was none.