Romans & histoires Harry Potter Fanfiction Ice King

I made sure to lean into it properly, sucking the part that had just been in his mouth. His mouth was parted slightly unconsciously watching me drink from his straw. He gulping as I pulled the straw away and led it back to his lips. He took the whole straw back in his mouth and I had the smile. “Tastes so good, I'd have had more but I'm so full from the meeting. I take back my criticism of your excessive addition of icecream. It just makes it extra creamy” I smiled pretending not to know what I just did to him. He schooled his very aroused face and nodded. “I'm the milkshake king, I'm the king of all drinks really”

The Ice King. He looked exactly like the nickname sounded. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the kind of way that irritated me on principle.Then his eyes landed on me.His mouth twitched immediately. “You look terrified.” “I am terrified.” “That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve said since we met.” I glared at him. “I hope your skate blade snaps.” “Careful, sweetheart,” he said lightly as cameras flashed around us. “People are watching our love story.” “I hate you.”

"Now I have to find the bastard who impregnated her and ran away. She wouldn't have moved away if it weren't for him. As soon as I return from my honeymoon, I will do some proper investigations on the guy." I nodded. "I will help you find him when you return." We turned toward the house, but Chris stopped and looked at me. "So, have you thought about my request?" I sighed and ran my hand through my hair before I answered. "Yes, I've thought about it, but I will play for one season." "Excellent!" He patted my back and walked away. I shook my head and walked toward the refreshment table to refill my glass when I found Nymeria pouring juice into a small pink bottle.

he whispered. "Let me be the judge of that." Time stopped. The city glittered beyond the windows. The fire crackled softly. And Xander Black, the Ice King, the man who never let anyone close, was about to kiss me.

His eyes flick to the Ice King, then back down to his own plate. The conversation resumes in pockets again. There is laughter here, something over there... Then, beneath it all, the Ice King's voice cuts through only for me. "Eat," he murmurs under his breath, "or I'll fucking feed you through a tube," "You're not eating," I counter, just as quietly. A shrug rolls through his shoulders. "I will... soon." I glance down at the untouched food on both our plates. It's extravagant--- there are slices of roasted duck, wine-glazed vegetables, edible flowers even. All pretty enough to distract, but I notice it now that he hasn't touched a damn thing.

His attack cut through the layers of ice, hacking away at the Ice King viciously. Not one to be shown up, the Ice King suddenly got onto his feet and tried to grab for his staff. Once more, another wall of ice was built around him, before quickly morphing into a snake. It opened its icy maw, ready to intercept Zephyr’s attack. Alas, it was for naught as Zephyr’s slash had cut the icy conjure into pieces, before finding its way onto the Ice King.

Even if I am not pregnant, I’m not about to take that risk by sleeping with him again. “Why I’m not hungry,” I desperately try to protest, but my words are lost in a reflexive mutter. He strides towards me, a wicked smirk on his face as he dips down to the level of the tub. His fingers plunge into the water, causing bubbles to slowly fade away as a sense of dread washes over me. Suddenly, the water turns ice cold and I gasp in shock, my body convulsing as I shiver uncontrollably. Desperately, I rub my hands and arms up and down my skin to generate warmth, but it’s no use against the frigid temperature of the water. Through chattering teeth, I plead with him to stop. “Come now, my pet,” he pu

“He wanted to make sure we knew what you had gotten yourself into.” I felt myself pale at her words. I swallowed my panic the best I could. “What exactly did he tell you?” “That Alexander is the Ice King,” she said. “That he’s been acting in the Roguelands to hinder the Northern kings intrusions into our kingdom, but doing so in a way that’s not strictly legal.” “Apparently he’s been doing this since he was a teenager,” my father added with a tone of disbelief. “Tell me, did you know all along?”

The moonlight hit the sharp line of his jaw. "I told her that if she ever speaks to you in that tone again—if she ever 'evaluates' you like a piece of livestock—I will move the corporate headquarters to Singapore and take the Wolfe name with me. She would be the queen of an empty castle." He turned back to me, and for the first time, the Ice King looked... human. There was a raw, jagged edge to his expression that I had never seen. "You think I don't see you, Amara? You think I don't know that you’re the only person in this entire, godforsaken house who isn't trying to steal from me?"