Captain Ice Cookie Run Novels & Stories

The hustle and bustle of the city was at its peak as the day approached noon. The streets were packed with people going on their own businesses. Along the busy streets of Plymouth city, there was a popular quaint corner pub. There were few people scattered in the pub having lunch and talking in hushed voice. The bartender/barkeep was wiping down the counter, while the casier was close to dozing off. There were two barman and barmaid serving the customers. There was a door beside the bar that led to the kitchen section of the pub. The kitchen was empty save for one person absentmindedly looking out of the only window in the small room. Eloisa was one of the two cooks of the Axe Star pub. The

I slid it across the table without a word. Sebastian picked it up, scanned it, and immediately frowned. “This doesn’t leave me any time for extra practice. I can’t afford to fall behind on the ice.” I raised an eyebrow. “Do you want good grades or not? Because according to the coach, you’re not stepping on that ice until your average is above 70%.” He leaned back in his chair, studying me for a long moment. Then a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. His green eyes darkened as they raked over me in a way that felt far too intimate — like he was undressing me with his gaze.

[ Scarlett POV ] It happened the way the best things always do, too fast to second-guess. Their defender turned the puck over in the neutral zone. Bad clear, bad angle, and suddenly there was open ice between me and the net with nothing in the way except a decision. My body made it before my brain caught up. Two strides into the zone, already reading the defender's weight, I'd noticed it two shifts back, the way he loaded onto his left edge when he thought an attack was coming wide.

'If you like, stay here. 'Coco, I want yogurt.' 'Stop calling me that,' he said warningly. I laughed and skipped behind him. 'Ice cold Coco Never did I meet a Guy that so cruel I offered him my jewel But he left me stuck Stranded in alley What a shunning thing To do to Cookie Me, that's Cookie Aileen Carlisle Poor, poor, Cookie Just wanna drink smoothie Coco, won't you find it in your heart To buy it for her How could one man be

I said, trying to shake off the lingering foul mood from my driveway as I slid into the oversized corner booth. "There he is! Thanks to the captain, the Whitefangs didn't stand a chance tonight," Coach Red barked, his face redder than usual from the heat of the kitchen and the excitement of the win. "And me too, Coach," Brent piped up from across the table, grinning through a mouthful of fries. "Yeah, you too, Brent. We never leave you behind," Coach said, reaching over to give Brent’s shoulder a solid, appreciative thud.