Cool Ice Novels & Stories

“You don’t even know what is coming, do you?” That instant, a whistle shrieked across the rink. The coach's voice boomed out over the ice. “Line rotations team! Let’s see what the new blood can do!” New blood? That was Leon. He smirked and pushed off hard, fast, aggressive, maybe a little too aggressive. A puck slid across the ice toward c the center, d Leon intercepted it cleanly, stealing it before the defenseman could react. He cut sharply past him, his skates digging deep as he accelerated down the rink.

His friends couldn’t do anything but stand their sulking. Demi and Victoria headed back towards the road. Victoria really wanted something cold. “Hey what about a snowball?” Victoria looked at her puzzled. “Don’t you mean shaved ice?” “No, I mean snowball. When they place it in a cone it looks like a snowball with syrup all over it.” “That’s shaved ice.” “Tomato, tomahto. Same thing.” “It is not.” “The hell it ain’t. I wont ever not call it that.” “I don’t know whether to call you country or just call you weird.”

She squatted in front of the water and di-p her hand in it,,the water was so cold. She suddenly smiled when an idea stucked into her head,,she controlled the water with her mind and it turned to ice immediately,she grinned wi-dely but the smile was short lived when suddenly the ice broke and melted, ‘What’s going on?’ She thought and t©uçhed the water,it was almost boiling,,so h0t. She looked up and turned to Kingston but he didn’t move,,she turned back to the water and tried freezing it again but each time it happens,the water melt right away. She stood up feeling frustrated and walked to Kingston angrily

she shakily said. "Have you played Ice Hockey before?" I casually asked. Bee shook her head. "No. I'm not good at any sports." "Well, you were pretty good for a first-timer," I complimented. "You were better than me, that's what I'll say." A smile emerged on her face. "Bee, right?" I asked as I didn't want to get her name wrong. "Yeah," Bee answered and smiled. "You were cool, Bee," I briefly commended.

But he still walked to the lake every morning. "It's so cold today," Eli said exhaling slightly. "You say that every day." Mack responded "Because it is cold every day." Mack laughed. "You are still impossible." "And I know you still love it." "Yes but I love you more." The lake was frozen, the mountains were dusted with snow. The sky was soft pink and orange as the sun began to set. Sunny was long gone. They had buried her under the big pine tree. New dogs had come and gone too. Now there was a lazy golden retriever named Maple, sleeping at their feet.

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

Then he went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of iced water, taking a few gulps to relieve the heat. "Is it really that bad?" Feeling quite frustrated, and even more remorseful, Sonia was quite proud of the unique design of this Pajama, and she even was ready to hand out her pajamas for Summer 100 Degree. However, at this moment, it seemed that her pajamas had been pushed into a hole of ice, which made her feel very heartbroken.

The silence enveloped me like a heavy blanket, broken only by the soft shuffle of my own footsteps echoing through the empty house. I retrieved a chilled water bottle from the fridge and poured its icy contents into a glass. Cold water has always been my preference, there's something about its crispness that quenches my thirst like nothing else. As the first sip trickled down my throat, followed by another, I couldn't resist the urge to gulp down the entire glass in one go. The icy cascade provided instant relief to the discomfort lingering in my parched throat.

It hit me before I could get out of the way. He grabbed Sheila and they bolted for the door. I chased after them, pain ripping through me, and then I was hit by something that made my insides turn to ice.

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.