Cool Ice Novels & Stories

Gold star for the golden boy. "Caspian." My teeth find the inside of my cheek. I taste copper. I don't answer. I don't stop. I don't look back. I hit the exit doors and push through into the cold, letting the night swallow me whole

On the way we hit traffic, while Gregory and Lanna were quite relaxed me and Acre were on edge, Acre was so bad his hand was on the door handle "Calm down guys it wont be long" Gregory said looking in the rearview mirror. As soon as the car stopped me and Acre lept out of the car ready to tear apart anyone who so much as looked at our mates wrong but as soon as I took a deep breath the sweet scent of the sun,sea,sand and icecream hits me causing me to stop in my tracks and from the looks of things Acre has caught the scent of his mate too.

Danica had agreed to meet me, and now we were here, skates on, the world outside forgotten. She looked beautiful under the low lights, her long straight hair loose and swaying as she skated. I held her hand, guiding her around the rink, our blades cutting smooth lines into the fresh ice. The cold air carried the faint scent of the Zamboni and the distant echo of our laughter. For the first time in weeks, the pressure of the series felt far away. “I brought something,” I said, stopping at the boards. I pulled out a small cooler from my bag — two cups of her favorite ice cream. “Thought we could have a little treat on the ice. No pressure. Just us.”

The weather seems so perfect, especially the sun slowly setting and casting an orange tint in the sky. It’s so beautiful. A luxury I now realize I had been missing on for weeks. “Wanna get some ice scream?” He says suddenly. I look at him now and where he’s pointing to. An ice scream stand just about closing with various flavored sample displayed. It’s a very tempting offer and it’s weird just how a nice cool refreshment is just conveniently available when we need it. We go closer and get some of course. Who would miss out on ice cream willingly? I get the chocolate and Silas, strawberry with sprinkles.

An ice cube. “What are you— oh shit.” A sharp gasp tore from my throat as he pressed the freezing cube right against the center of my chest. The sudden intense cold made my back arch hard off the bed. The ice melted instantly against my overheated skin, sending icy water trickling down my ribs in freezing rivulets. “You said it was hot,” he murmured, dragging the cube slowly in lazy circles around my pecs. “This will help cool you down.” “Would I even be hot if you hadn’t drugged me?” I snapped, yanking uselessly at the cuffs.

Shame burned brighter—Jenna would be disgusted if she knew how wet his dominance made me. He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through me. "Can't take more? Liar. Your cunt's weeping for it. But fine, we'll start slow... with a little treat." He popped the lid off the ice cream, scooping a generous dollop with his fingers—no spoon, just raw and messy. The cold cream dripped from his hand as he brought it to my collarbone, smearing it across the delicate hollow there. I shivered violently, the icy sensation contrasting with my flushed skin. "Mmm, look at that. Sweet and cold, just like you try to be. But we both know you're hot as fuck underneath."

Jordan The whistle cut through the air like a blade on fresh ice, sharp and final. Coach Rimer stood at center ice, clipboard tucked under one arm, his face the usual mask of mild disappointment mixed with something that might have been calculation. Practice had been brutal today, full contact drills, power play setups, and suicide sprints that left half the team sucking wind by the third round. My legs burned, but it was the good kind of burn, the one that reminded me why I loved this game even when it tried to break me.

“Tell me more about your factory.” “Well, right now, we are mostly producing pieces for existing coolant machinery—ice boxes, fans, that sort of thing—not really that exciting, but we have in development some very exciting innovations that may actually allow one to cool their home to whatever temperature they like, even in the summertime,” Peter explained, leaning forward with his lanky arms on his knees. “It’s really quite exciting.”

“Are you alright?” Kota clenched his fists, which were feeling frozen and so chapped that it was painful. He let out a sudden exhale of discomfort and tried to straighten himself up. “Never been better. Let’s just keep going.” As the day wore on, the two eventually stopped to take a short rest under the shade of a tall spruce tree. They sat themselves against the trunk and Alex breathed into his hands to warm them up as best he could, but to no avail. The whole environment was overshadowed by a kind of cold Alex had never experienced before. Nothing about it felt right or natural. It was not just the air or river water that appeared frozen to him, but rather everything around him felt so dev