Breaking The Ice Book Easton Black Novels & Stories

“Oh my God. She’s delusional. She thinks she actually has a chance with him.” “He’s a Blake,” Mara added, rolling her eyes. “You’re just… you.” Just me. My stomach twisted. Before I could snatch the phone back, Jessica tipped her cup forward. Hot coffee spilled onto my boots, splashing across the ice at my feet. “Oh no,” she gasped, pressing a dramatic hand to her chest. “Look what I did. You should clean that up. Intern job, right?” My throat tightened. “Jessica, please—” Cold water splashed next.

"So… how was last night with the Ice King?" I looked up from my untouched latte as Mason Clarke practically vibrated in the chair opposite me. We were at the Iron Brew Café in Manchester, a place where the scent of roasted beans usually masked the heavy musk of the local pack members who frequented it. Today, even the strongest espresso couldn't hide the scent of my own misery. I had spent the night in the guest wing of the Blackwood Estate, staring at the ceiling until the sun bled through the curtains. Sebastian had left for morning practice at the arena before dawn; I hadn't even heard his car pull away.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

It looked up at him through the glass. The same eye. The eye made of living letters. Its pupil narrowed. A single sentence echoed inside Adrian's mind. DO NOT BREAK THE FINAL SEAL. Before Adrian could react... the black book unlocked itself. A sharp metallic click echoed across the Silent Shore. The silver lock fell onto the wooden desk. No one had touched it. No one had spoken. The cover slowly lifted... just enough for a single page to become visible. And across that first page... only one sentence had been written.

But the image of Elias dancing, loose, confident, beautiful, refused to leave his head. The ice was cracking faster now. And Jax wasn’t sure how much longer he could pretend it was solid beneath his feet.

Stone Residence Eloisa was pissed because Austin keeps crying. Today is their flight to the United States. "Hello, baby, don't cry okay. Mommy will get mad!" She told Austin while giving him his milk bottle. He finally stops crying. She searches for him and she found him outside. He was standing while smoking. Eloisa was surprised to see him smoking again. "You're here. I thought you quit that thing?" She asked him. Kent sips the last stick and throws it on the ground. He turned around to see his wife.

“Guess you’ll find out.” There was a pause but he replied, “Fine. You show up, you get your favor.” There it was. “Deal.” Nikolai let out a low whistle. “This is gonna be fun.” Yeah. It was going to be. *** By the time we hit the ice, everything else faded. The puck dropped and the game snapped into motion immediately, both teams coming in hard, no hesitation, no room to think too long before you moved. First pass came quick, stick to stick, pressure already building as they pushed forward, trying to break through early.

"Celine, do you really hate me this much? Is there truly no room for forgiveness?" I calmly pulled the Recording Stone from my bag. Clara's voice echoed through the hallway. "Ryan and I have been doing everything for a long time now." Ryan's face went ghost-white instantly. "I can explain! I was helping her carry groceries home that day... She said she'd cook for me to say thanks. We had some wine, and I don't know how it happened, but..." I let out a sharp, mocking laugh at his pathetic excuse and pointed toward the sky. "Ryan, if Kaleb is up there watching you 'care' for his mate all the way into her bed, do you think he'll come back from the Moon Goddess's side just to tear you apart?"

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.