Cool Ice Novels & Stories

Paul reported. "This is becoming unbearable." Old Madam Ryan spoke hopelessly. ============ Babe came out of the kitchen holding a cup of ice cream. She was wearing an off-shoulder top and mini shorts. Her hair was packed loosely as she sat on her Queen-sized bed. She was watching a few series that got her hooked for a few days. Just as she was about to get comfy, her doorbell rang and she sighed nonchalantly. The doorbell kept ringing nonstop but she was adamant on not wanting to answer it.

Hot meal, cold meal, or a bullet in the head? Emma tried aiming her feet toward the cabin in spite of herself. The numbing cold riddling her body started to evaporate, replaced by a warm tickle that could only be the first touch of frostbite. She imagined her thumb trying to pull back the hammer on the Ruger only to snap off. God fucking damn it!

Claudia felt weak in her kness so Nick carried her like a princess and lay her gently on the couch in the living room. "What would like to eat or drink?" He asked after laying her down. "I want some fries and pizza with a coke. " Claudia replied "Okay then let just order that right away."Nick said and quickly ordered a larger pizza,a liter of coke and two packs of fries . " So um babe what brings you here this time you rarely visit me after 8pm." He asked . "Well, my sister is back and I needed to get her filthy image out of my head . The Lord knows how much I hate her. Anyway am not here to talk about her. I just want to spend time with you, thinking about nothing but you." She replied. " U

It smells too much like her and the future I’m not supposed to want. I end up at The Ice House—the dive bar near the university where the hockey guys and pack kids hang out. It’s a Friday night crowd, and usually, people give me a ten-foot radius because I look like I’m looking for a reason to kill someone. I slide into a corner booth, hood up, back to the wall. I order a whiskey, neat, and watch the room. Until I hear the name. Aiden. Two pack guys at the next table are leaning in, their voices low, but wolf ears catch every syllable.

Malakai came jogging in, bag on one shoulder, jersey half tucked, hair everywhere, looking like a guy who woke up way too late and just ran the whole way here without even stopping to look in a mirror. Everybody stopped. I watched him cross the ice toward us, out of breath, already talking before he even got close enough. "Coach, I know I'm—" "Get out." You could've heard a pin drop. Somebody's skate scraped once and then even that stopped, like the whole rink was holding its breath waiting to see what I'd do next. "What?" "You heard me, get out." My voice stayed level, mostly, even though something was crawling up my throat that I did not love the feeling of. "Off the ice."

JULIAN The ambient temperature of the university ice rink was kept at a strict forty-two degrees, but as I stepped out of the tunnel at five in the morning, it wasn’t cold enough. I needed it colder. I needed the chill to sink through my thermal base layer, pierce my muscle tissue, and freeze the marrow in my bones. I needed it to extinguish the heat of Kael Sterling’s wet, gear-clad body pressing me into the shower tiles.

Hot Ice: “Where are they,” I think, flipping my left hand and forming a fireball. Throwing the fireball, I set a shopping cart on fire. As the people run, some accidentally step onto the ice and slide around. A man screams as he slides right into the cashier’s counter. “They’re coming,” the boss replies, speaking through the earpiece he gave me. “Be ready, and remember the plan. To retrieve the flash drive Nitro lost.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I say, flipping my right hand and forming an ice ball. Throwing the ice ball, it hits and breaks a t.v screen.

I smiled, "enjoy your soup Alex" "you're lucky I'm done bro, that was my favorite soup" I pull my phone out of my pocket and type search Kiss skaters "hmmm"I said to my self I make a few swipes and switch to the boy team " yoo the finals to the nationals is tomorrow man and I heard we're up against is it Kiss ice academy or something " Alex said lighting a cigar "they're up against us Alex know the difference" I said trying to ignore the fact that he's smoking few minutes to rehearsals " yh whatever man, you know what I heard yeah, one of the females skaters yeah is drop dead gorgeous and she's like really good skater" Alex said dragging and puffing literal weed on my face " what about the m

Adam, with a playful smile, joined them, eager to indulge in the sweet treat. As the trio stood in the kitchen, the cool air conditioning providing respite from their earlier endeavors, Adam couldn't help but comment, "Well, do you know that ice cream can help soothe the soreness?" Isabella's curiosity piqued as she turned her gaze towards him, a playful grin spreading across her face. "No... How about we try it?" she proposed, her voice filled with a sense of adventure.

I breathe as the ice cream trickles toward my neck. “Oops.” Cole tuts with a devious smirk. He brushes his lips up to my inner thigh whilst he lowers my leg and leans over me, placing his large hands at my hips. “Let me help you clean that up.” He whispers, pulling me up, so I was sitting upright again the cream leaking from my throat down to the path between my breasts. I hiss when I feel his hot tongue lick up my throat. Oh, sweet heavens. Cole moans when he sucks the melted ice cream off my neck. I quake when he bites and sucks my collarbone hard.