Break Ice Novels & Stories

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

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.”

It was loud and frantic, cutting through the tension. "Wait, wait! Stop!" Coach Daniel was running onto the ice, waving his arms. He skidded to a halt in front of me, his expression a mix of frustration and disbelief. I stiffened, bracing myself for the reprimand. "What the hell, Myles!" His voice was sharp as he glared at me. "How could you not notice your skates are broken?" "What?" I blinked, stunned. He pointed down. I followed his gaze, my jaw slackening as I took in the sight.

“You don’t tremble like the others.” “Should I?” she whispered. “No.” His answer came too quickly. Too firm. He looked away, like he had revealed something he didn’t intend to. Then he handed her a small velvet box. Elara blinked. “What’s this?” “Open it.” Inside was a thin silver bracelet with a tiny flame symbol carved into it. “It’s a tracking cuff,” he said. “But it will never hurt you unless you break the rules.” Elara hesitated. “Does every slave get one?”

Ice cubes clinked against my teeth, numbing my tongue instantly. “Suck,” he growled. The command hit like a whip. My lips closed, and I had no choice but to let the cold burn its way into me. The shock tore a whimper from my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose, chest heaving, eyes wide on his. “Do you know,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles down my stomach, “that one cube of ice against the skin can stop a panic attack? Cold overrides fear. It makes your body remember survival.”

he says coldly. Well, if my heart had broken before, it sure as hell is shattered now. "I April Robinson accept your rejection," I say and walk away from my supposed mate before I break down more in front of him. I did not want him to see me at my lowest point to further prove his point about me being weak. As I spoke those words, I felt the mate bond shatter; it may not have had a chance to take root, but it was still there, and Oh my Goddess, did it fucking hurt.

"Tell me this is a joke. You brought a ballet dancer to teach us how to play hockey?" A few chuckles erupted from the players on the ice. Liam felt a hot flash of anger burn through his chest, replacing his anxiety. He stepped onto the ice, his blades cutting into the surface with silent, lethal precision. He didn't slip. He didn't stumble. He glided smoothly until he was standing bare inches from Jaxson’s massive padded chest.

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.

Watch the way his boyfriend plants hands on his hips with a cocky smirk, “I dunno, I have a feeling I’m going to be really good at this.” Andre has a hand hovering Dylan’s back as soon as he steps onto the ice. He sees the way he loses himself before it even happens, fingers securing behind his belt and tugging him against his own body to keep him steady. “Easy there, take it slow. Unless you want to flop like a baby deer, then be my guest.” Dylan glances over his shoulder with round eyes, “maybe it’s harder than it looks. Why is the ice so slippery?!” Fuck, Andre is sooo in love.

I balled my gloved finger and made towards the middle of the ice rink with firm determination when I heard the fucking whistle blown. First half done!