Catty Corner Ice House Novels & Stories

I looked at the source of that voice and saw a group of students blocking the hallway. One of them smirked and said “You are still her mate?” Laughter erupted in the hallway, I ignored them and kept walking. That only made them louder. One of them said “Maybe Cross will let you watch next time.” My fist tightened so hard my nails cut into my palm. I stopped walking. The hallway suddenly became quiet but before I could move, another voice cut through the tension “Move.” It was cold and dangerous. Hearing it, everyone froze instantly. I looked at the person and saw Aiden Cross walking down the hallway wearing his hockey jacket loosely over his shoulders.

We halt at two heavy metal doors nestled between where the building ends yet attaches to some old rundown closed corner delicatessen. The heavy-looking doors have a rectangular metal slot wide enough for anyone inside to use as a peek hole. Katie begins texting on her phone and no later than a minute or two, the slot slides open in a quick motion. A pair of bulging eyes under dark bushy brows peer over at the three of us, followed by a piggish grunt and the slot closes. Then the burdensome doors creak open fully and all I could see ahead was a mixture of darkness and neon red lights, illuminating a long corridor.

I forced a polite smile, unsure of how to respond, but inside, I was squirming. The men worked quickly, carrying the boxes to the back of the kitchen. Just as I was beginning to wonder where all this turkey could possibly be stored, a hidden door opened. Behind it was a walk-in ice room, its frosty air spilling out as the door swung wide. I blinked in surprise. An ice room? It was enormous, its walls lined with shelves packed with neatly labeled packages of meats, cheeses, and other perishables. The cold mist swirling in the air made it look almost surreal, like something out of a movie.

He replied and Catherine wowed. The kitchen was like that of a normal house. The fridge is so big, Catherine was sure that it would be stocked up with foods and delicacies. A bunch of sunflowers on the kitchen table and the window overlooks the beautiful ocean view. She just couldn't wait to go outside and tour the area. Ace handed her a bottle of water and took out his as well. Catherine was right. The stuff inside the fridge can feed someone throughout the year. It was hot in the afternoon and all Catherine wanted to do was to strip down naked and get inside the water.

POV: Isabella The safe house was a cramped, two-bedroom apartment in Queens that smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. It was a world away from the marble floors of the Vane estate or the glass-walled precision of Sterling Tower. There was no concierge, no security detail, and no cooling system humming in the walls. There was only the sound of the elevated train rattling the windowpanes every ten minutes and the low, frantic tapping of Marcus’s fingers on a laptop in the kitchen.

The Hayle family didn't have the market on horseshoes cornered, it seemed. Two long corridors later, more stone, more tall, thin windows, more black carpet, and Sebastian closed the door on a chamber flanked by two of Pannera's vampires, cutting them off and leaving us alone. Charlotte's face morphed back to human, though her eyes still held the wolf as she began a systematic snuffling around every corner and piece of furniture in what looked like a sitting room, vaulted fireplace black from centuries of flame. I watched her with worry while Sunny stepped forward and hugged me.

Only the stone floor covered in terrible black spots and streaks. She was right - where they kept her - a paradise for Dear Charlie's favorites. It's hell for Harry's whores... Then the beam snatches out of the darkness a large white object, softly rumbling with a motor. What is this refrigerator? The one in which ice cream, semi-finished products, cottage cheese desserts are stored in supermarkets ... Meat ...

He said, turning on his heel and took off towards Aiden's again. Aiden's home was at the end of the main road, not any larger than the rest of the houses built within the town, but stood out with his workshop garage. He could hear glass shattering and Aiden snarls and yelled as he got close enough. The children's screams filled Jayce with dread. The front door was open and partially broken off its hinges. Ichor coated the lower half of the door and below the window of the living room. The shrieks, broken snarls and screeches gave Jayce the impression that there was something not ordinary inside the house.

A chess piece moved into place before the next act begins. We continue walking. The halls are silent and dark as night settles in every crook and corner. Just as we turn down the corridor toward Magnus’ chambers, something flickers at the edge of my vision. A black cat. It lingers near the corner, tail flicking once. Sleek and small, with green eyes and a faint notch in its ear. I pause. “Have you seen a cat here before?” Magnus frowns. “No. And Thornhall doesn’t keep pets.”

I threw Yasmine a glare followed by an eye roll that probably strained my optic nerves, before storming to the bench, grabbed my water bottle, and sat down. God, my hair is sticking to my neck. Why did I choose hockey? Ice hockey is just skating with weapons and now I suddenly wonder if frogs ever get tired of jumping. Like, do they ever just want to crawl? I looked down at my legs and God did my knees look weird today. If I die out here— “So it’s at his place, right? Around nine?” My ears practically twitched, across the ice, a bunch of the girls were huddled up by the equipment shed, whispering something about a party.