Catty Corner Ice House Novels & Stories

“Darn, it! Dave, what the hell was that?” Catherine asked. A nervous tone in her voice followed by a panic on her mind, as she turns head darting in every niche of the mountain. Her vision again blurring and yet accompanied by the humming of her brain as she warmed up her fire, heart beating faster, ready for any unwanted attack. “Don't be alarm Catherine, It's just the howls of the Icy Cave above us!” “An Icy Cave?.. There is a cave that howls?” Very interesting, she thought.

“Strip. I want to see what I won.” Soren hesitated, pride warring with the fire racing through his veins. Then he pulled the hoodie over his head in one rough motion, revealing his torso: toned, athletic, and marked with fresh battle wounds. JR’s eyes darkened with hunger. “Beautiful,” JR muttered, almost to himself. He shrugged off his own shirt, revealing miles of tattooed muscle and the powerful build that made him a nightmare on the ice. “Bedroom. Now.” Soren let himself be guided down the hall, JR’s hand burning at the small of his back. The bedroom was massive, dominated by a king-sized bed with black sheets. JR pushed him down onto it, crawling over him with predatory grace.

(Paige’s POV) A burst of movement tears me past the last sweep of willow branches - then, stillness. There it sits. Exactly like the book said. A squat structure made of stone, buried halfway beneath the ground. This is the icehouse. The thick wood door slants open, just enough. From that gap spills breathless cold, sharp and sudden against the skin.

Sky Mirror Residence was situated near Yonder River. There was only one unit per floor, and it was one of the most expensive places to stay in the city center. On the 28th floor… Upon entering the unit, Corinne plopped onto the couch as if she was a jellyfish. She was so tired that she wanted to stay there and not move. At that moment, a fluffy cream-colored—a paste color of yellow—cat jumped up at her. It nuzzled Corinne with its head, demanding cuddles.

Then he roared emotionally and angrily, "Alvis, come here!" Catelyn felt confused. 'What has happened this time?' She immediately put down Miles and Ollie and went to the kitchen. She saw that the tall Cedrick was leaning against the sink and that something was wriggling on the fingertip of his right hand... 'It's... a crab?' Catelyn was shocked! "Miles, is it you who did it?" She widened her eyes in surprise. There was an aquaculture center in Atherton Manor. Its scale wasn't large. They usually bred some kinds of small seafood, and crab was one of them.

The iron hatch groaned as Killian forced it open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Frostbite Citadel. Unlike the steaming vents below, this hall was a cathedral of absolute zero. The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects.

He inverted the Foundry’s cooling system. The floor of the Pit didn't explode; it froze. A massive wave of liquid nitrogen flooded the sub-levels, meeting the molten slag in a violent, steaming reaction. The entire building shivered as a layer of thick, unnatural ice began to coat the iron supports, momentarily stalling the collapse. "It’s a hockey rink," Jax laughed hysterically, despite the blood dripping from his brow. "The crazy bastard turned the Foundry into a hockey rink." "It’s our home turf," Kael said, grabbing the obsidian blade. "Jax, Cole—clear the path. Zane, stay with Rhys. Elara, you’re with me."

In the corner, a small inscription read: 'One year on the ice! The pups were barely a year old then. One was in a tiny, sharp hockey jersey, the other in a soft white fur coat with a small silver tiara. It was clear—a boy and a girl. Were these really McQueen and Isabella? “Come on! Look!” Isabella called from the doorway. “I made the bed for you!” Ethan replaced the photo and walked to her. The room faced the southern ridge, with floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the tundra. Outside, the sky was bruising into a deep, ominous grey.

Cang turned off the ignition, gesturing to Kate not to say a word. “He knows we're here, so we need to be even more careful,” he whispered. Kate nodded. The two got out of the car with Cang leading the way. Cang pulled out his pistol, turned off the safety and made the pistol parallel with his face. He snuck to the back of the house and entered through the back door. The house smelt of rotten pizza and cigarettes. The odor stung Kate's nose but she could not dare make a sound. Cang searched the house while Kate found a wooden chair to sit on.

" She yelled as she tried to shut the door but Cathy was already a step before her . 'Stop Nelly Chester and let me in !' She screamed with her bossy aura . The young lady was shocked, she stood for a while before she entered inside ,letting the door open for her to enter . Cathy entered and immediately observed the interior wall of the house. It was empty...well except for a painting which was at the end of the room. Cathy tried to hide her disgust because she was a fan of multiple colours and seeing the wall was already freaking her out.