Books About Ice Skating Novels & Stories

Chapter Two Xander Coach had been killing our asses on the rink, making us work twice as hard and I didn't mind it one bit. I knew we could use it, especially with the home games coming up. Hockey was my life, and I had every intention of going pro. Thankfully, I was already halfway there with the scouts of NHL keeping a close eyes on me. Ego aside, I was really good. So fucking good. And these fuckers knew it. "That's my man," Wade said, holding up his hand for a high five. "You killed it out there."

he said. He held my hand firmly as we stepped onto the ice. The cold air nipped at my cheeks, and the frozen surface gleamed under the bright lights. “Place your hands on my shoulders and move with me.” I gripped his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. His movements were smooth and confident, while mine were wobbly and uncertain, my skates scraping awkwardly against the ice. “Don’t be scared of falling. I won’t let you fall,” he said gently. “And don’t tense up, the more tense you are, the easier it is to lose balance.”

Chapter One hundred Seventeen Desiree….. I stood tall with my feel steady on the ice, fearing.that I might fall after years of not ice skating. I took one step at a time , the temptation to act like a pro that I was years back but now I had to make my brain understand that it had been so long since we danced on ice… “Okay one step at a time!” I told myself. I had to be careful of my baby and also of my head. Ice can be really hard sometimes.

This man makes me fall for him more with every passing second. We step onto the ice, my legs wobbling just a little as I find my balance. I grip Alex’s hand, and slowly, I take my first glide. With him beside me, the fear of falling fades, and I’m able to just focus on the fun of it. I can feel the cool air brushing against my cheeks and the sound of our skates scraping across the ice.

Alright two can play in this game. “Let me just grab my purse and then we can go.” I said heading inside. My purse was already lying on the sofa so I didn’t have to search for it. I checked to make sure my phone was inside and some cash. I was looking forward to how Theodore was going to make me skate. I had refused to learn to skate even though I had the opportunity almost all year round. While everyone my age was learning to skate and fantasizing about being hockey players or dancers, I had my nose buried deep in a comic book. I just didn’t fancy the whole thing and I had no idea why someone would just chose to stay in the cold longer that he or she has to. It was just impractical.

Hopefully, falling and making a fool of myself would make me stop thinking about the one person I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about. “Sure. Let’s go,” I said, sounding as excited as I could and hoping he believed it. *** Skating turned out to be just as fun as Reggie had said it would be. I didn’t fall as many times as I thought I would, mostly because Reggie, who I later discovered was some sort of wizard on ice, held me steady as we moved along with the others who came to skate. It was exhilarating. Something about the way my skating shoes glided against the smooth surface of the ice awakened something within me. I found myself laughing as we moved and sometimes screaming whenever Reggi

the lead singer called out between verses, her smile bright under the streetlights. As we strolled, the crisp winter air nipping at our cheeks, we spotted an ice skating park nestled among the buildings. Twinkling fairy lights adorned the trees, casting a magical glow, and a large ice rink sparkled at its center. The scene was straight out of a winter fairy tale. “Look!” I pointed excitedly. Skaters glided gracefully across the ice, their laughter and the sound of blades slicing the ice, creating a harmonious symphony. I exchanged a thrilled glance with Ryder, pulling him towards the entrance.

Chapter 124: Custody Issues The deceptively bright sun and cloudless blue sky seemed at odds with the brisk cold day. But it made for a perfect afternoon spent skating at Wellman Rink in Central Park. Savannah squealed in delight as she struggled along on her ice skates. She was in no real danger of falling, safely tucked between her father and Maggie who each held a hand. She looked up, and Maggie could see the child's pink cheeks and sparkling eyes.

“You’re on another level today, man.” I gave him a quick nod but didn’t answer. Words took energy I didn’t want to waste. Instead, I focused on the cold air biting at my face, the way my skates gripped the ice when I pushed off. Every stride had to be perfect and every decision sharp. Because if I slipped, even a little, it gave Dad another reason to point it out later.

If she wasn't reading one of her many novels in her bedroom, she came to the rink to practise alone, she found peace in the ice. Nodding his head in understanding, Oscar disappeared beneath the desk and reappeared a second later with a key in his hand. "don't strain yourself" he warned, putting the key in the girl's open palm. "I won't" she mumbled, closing her fingers around the key and approaching the door into the ice rink toward the locker rooms to change. She met Oscar when she was just five years old, when she first tried figure skating. He was like a grandfather she never had, her mother used to treat him like her own father until the day she died.