Cool Ice Novels & Stories

Lexi's kitchen was always spotless, reflecting her passion for cooking and hosting. I opened the refrigerator, searching for something refreshing. The cool air enveloped me, filled with the aroma of fresh fruit and chilled wine. My gaze fell on a pitcher of lemonade, its glass filled with lemon slices and mint leaves. I poured myself a glass, feeling the cool condensation as I lifted it to my lips. The first sip was a burst of flavors – sweet, tangy, and invigorating. I closed my eyes, relishing the taste while leaning against the counter. The cool glass against my skin was a soothing relief, calming my frayed nerves.

The contrast between his cool touch and the warmth building within me created an intoxicating blend of feelings that seemed to consume my senses. I heard Kazimir chuckle. "And now, let's try the 'pussy-ice cream' flavor, shall we?"

“Hey Darrion, what does this Cold Drink do again?” Jai asked. Darrion, who was busy cutting up the fern, stopped for a while to tell his friend. But he frowned when he saw what Jai was doing. “You’re reading it.” Jai then read the recipe in his hands. “Cold Drink is used to cool down your high temperature body. It can also be sued to treat first degree burn. If you mix it with honey and red herb, you can treat a second degree burn. The recipes. Blue-tip Fern, Herb, Salt, Fall Four Seasons leaves, Barley Tea leaves, Blue Slime essence, and water. Wait, slime? Is this real? People are drinking this?”

“私には素晴らしいと思います。それなら、クラシックなフルーツとミックスフルーツを用意し、アイスコーヒーと軽食用のフラッペと冷たい水を飲みます。” (Watashiniha subarashī to omoimasu. Sorenara, kurashikkuna furūtsu to mikkusufurūtsu o yōi shi, aisukōhī to keishoku-yō no furappe to tsumetai mizu o nomimasu.) (Sounds great to me, then we will have the classic and mixed fruits, while we will be having iced coffee and frappe for refreshments and a glass of cold water.)

“私には素晴らしいと思います。それなら、クラシックなフルーツとミックスフルーツを用意し、アイスコーヒーと軽食用のフラッペと冷たい水を飲みます。” (Watashiniha subarashī to omoimasu. Sorenara, kurashikkuna furūtsu to mikkusufurūtsu o yōi shi, aisukōhī to keishoku-yō no furappe to tsumetai mizu o nomimasu.) (Sounds great to me, then we will have the classic and mixed fruits, while we will be having iced coffee and frappe for refreshments and a glass of cold water.)

“Emma, ma’am.” “Emma,” I repeat softly, like testing how the name tastes. “That’s pretty.” She blushes faintly and smiles, unsure. “You should rest.” “I will. Thank you.” She leaves, shutting the door quietly behind her. The moment she’s gone, I push the rice aside and pull the tub of ice cream closer. The surface glitters with a thin frost. I scoop a spoonful and slide it into my mouth. Cold. Sweet. Perfect. The chill rushes down my throat, making me sigh. It feels like relief. Like tiny shards of winter cooling the fever burning through me.

His breath made small white clouds in the cold air. "You came," Adrian said softly. His voice was warm and close. "Sophia told me you were down here," Ethan said with a small smile. "Shouldn't you rest your shoulder?" "My shoulder is fine. My mind is just loud," Adrian murmured. He opened the small wooden door to the ice. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Come out here with me." Ethan hesitated. He looked down at his normal leather boots. "Adrian, I don't have skates. I will mess up the ice."

Water from the shower cascaded over us, mixing with the melting ice and creating icy rivulets that ran down his abs in freezing streaks. “Fuck,” he groaned, head tipping back against the tiled wall. “That’s… cold.” I dragged the ice slowly across his collarbone, then down one thick pec, circling his nipple deliberately. The small brown bud tightened instantly into a hard peak from the freezing contrast against the hot water. Lorenzo’s breath hitched, his cock twitching visibly as it started to fill. I took another cube into my mouth, letting it melt slightly on my tongue until my mouth was deliciously cold. Then I dropped to my knees in front of him.

Something snapped in my head and before I even realized what I was doing, I hurled my stick across the ice, the sound of it clattering loudly against the boards. “Damn it!” I muttered, turning sharply. “Mercer…” I didn’t wait, I pushed off, heading toward the exit. My skate slipped. One second I was moving, the next, my foot twisted awkwardly beneath me. Pain shot through my knee instantly, sharp and blinding. “Shit!” I groaned, hitting the ice hard, the impact knocking the breath out of me. For a second, everything went quiet then I heard voices and footsteps. “Mercer’s down!”

“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?”