Badass Ice Names Novels & Stories

"That kiss on the ice? The way he claimed you in front of the Vipers? Valentina, the internet is melting down. There are slow-mo videos of that butt-spank with millions of views already. You’re not just a girl anymore, you’re the Ravagers' Queen." My heart did a weird little flip, part terror, part thrill. "You're joking." "I never joke about branding, honey. People are calling you The Ice Breaker. You’ve gone viral for all the right and scandalous reasons. But listen," her voice softened, turning more protective.

I used to think Ice was drop dead gorgeous but now I admit he is handsome but nothing compared to my Viper. “ No, I haven’t. I haven’t looked at or been with another girl in a while now.” Ice said. Could he want to settle down? No way, not Ice. He is as bad as Nixon if not worse. “ Truth is I only have eyes for one girl.” Ice said. “ Really? Who is she? When can I meet her? Do I know her?” I asked. Ice laughed. “ Calm down. Yes, you know here.” he said. “ Great, who is she? Is she good enough for you?” I asked. Ice stops us dancing and places his hands on my face. “ Pixie.” he says but instead of saying anything else he leans down and kisses me.

River asked with a large smile. "Yes, I don't know where they'd gotten such character from. They talk too much these days." Royal said staring at them with a warning glance. "We learn from the best, from the body we occupy, right?" Dark said and Fire and Green both nodded their large head together in support of what Dark said. "And like Royal had said, my name is Ice." Ice introduces himself. "And please do ignore these three kid wolves words, they sometimes don't act their age." "Wow, ice is the most mature one here." River said as she stared at the wolf who seemed to have a larger head than the other three.

“A name.” Thinking while still playing the hidden game that’s getting exciting and more like becoming a death sentence for them all, yet this very world and loop is intended for it to have. He draws his signature cunning smile, as the only name that is suited for such embodiment of the sin is the following three-letter name, “Ice.” Cold as it can be as his sin pertains to be somewhat the opposite. He smiles and repeated. “From now on, you are called and named Ice.” More than a simple thank's, as it is an honor for the likes of him. His face draws a twisted expression along with a sinister smile, as he claims and embraces the name.

I took a deep breath as I wiped my tears, this isn't who I am anymore. I was no longer Alex, the big brother who was soft and weak. I was no longer the Alex whose parents abandoned him. I was no longer the Alex who cared for people in my past. I am Ice. My name is Ice. The right hand to the biggest mafia boss in the world. I will get revenge for my little brother, no matter what it costs me. I will kill whoever stands in my way. I will do anything to prove my place in the mafia.

For the first time in years, Leka was silent. For the first time in years, I was happy. Just her, me, and a table full of desserts. I never wanted the night to end. And that’s when I heard the thought I wished would never exist. (This iced drink reminds me of the fact that my third name is Ice s—) Ice. My mate is Ice. The Lycan assassin with dark powers. The one the council swore was coming to kill me. The one who left bodies frozen from the inside out.

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!”

Paul reported. "This is becoming unbearable." Old Madam Ryan spoke hopelessly. ============ Babe came out of the kitchen holding a cup of ice cream. She was wearing an off-shoulder top and mini shorts. Her hair was packed loosely as she sat on her Queen-sized bed. She was watching a few series that got her hooked for a few days. Just as she was about to get comfy, her doorbell rang and she sighed nonchalantly. The doorbell kept ringing nonstop but she was adamant on not wanting to answer it.

The Ice King. He looked exactly like the nickname sounded. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the kind of way that irritated me on principle.Then his eyes landed on me.His mouth twitched immediately. “You look terrified.” “I am terrified.” “That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve said since we met.” I glared at him. “I hope your skate blade snaps.” “Careful, sweetheart,” he said lightly as cameras flashed around us. “People are watching our love story.” “I hate you.”

I said smiling, because despite being Alicia's sister and always standing by her sister in her misdeeds, since our last meeting I realized that they were quite different from each other. "Wow, your daughter is beautiful! She's Felipe's face, Vivi " she spoke, making me dread. " Do you remember when he was a kid and had this little angel face? Felipe smiled satisfied with the comparison but soon explained: " Beatrice, I know you'll be confused, but Sarah, that's the name of this little doll, she's the daughter of João Pedro and Viviane. " He smiled as he clarified, and despite the situation, I was glad he had no qualms about admitting it to other people.