Hockey And Ice Skater Book の小説・ストーリー

Lia settled into the bleachers, her heart racing with excitement as she watched the boys compete on the ice. Tyler stood out, gliding effortlessly across the rink with a grace that left her in awe. It was as if he had been destined to play hockey from the moment he could skate. With each swift movement, he danced around his opponents, demonstrating a skill that took both Lia and the crowd by surprise, especially when he outmaneuvered Asher, a player known to be the king of hockey in Crestwood.

Soon after, they were back on the road, and Norman dropped him off at the rink before speeding away. ——————————————— The cold blast of air inside the rink wrapped around Atlan as he laced up his skates and stepped onto the ice. The familiar squeak and slice of blades cut into the stillness, and the smell of the rink, the faint metallic tang of ice and sweat hit him hard. This was home. Bryan, the team captain, was already out there, barking instructions as he skated backward. “Alright, boys, line drills! Move like your life depends on it!”

Hockey is a brutally demanding game, not just the physical exertion but everything else that goes with it, hell some players have been seriously injured on the ice. My phone beeps, I have it on vibrate, it’s my sister Henri. “Hey you,” I say as I shift in my seat in the VIP area to get a better look at Alex skating below, he has the puck, it looks like he is going to take a shot. I hold my breath as Henri speaks. “I’m all good, just got the head librarian role and couldn’t wait to tell you. Mom and dad are so happy for me. And I’m seeing someone.”

[ Scarlett POV ] There is a specific kind of silence that settles over a room full of athletes when they've collectively decided to wait for you to fail. I'd grown up inside that silence. I'd learned to skate in it, learned to read the ice through it, learned to locate exactly where it lived in my body, just below my shoulder blades, a tightening that I breathed through until it became nothing, just air, just background. I'd been doing it since I was the only girl at my first hockey camp at age nine and every boy in my group had looked at me with that same particular expression: patient, almost kind, absolutely certain.

I tuck my hair behind my ear and I start over again. I observe the seasoned skaters, trying to mimic their graceful strides. A few wobbly attempts later, I find myself slowly gliding forward, one careful step at a time. The ice beneath me feels simultaneously slippery and solid, and I can't help but marvel at the novelty of the experience. I am successfully skating on the ice! My confidence grows as I navigate the rink, the initial fear giving way to a sense of achievement. I muster the courage to let go of the railing, wobbling a bit before finding my balance. It's a small victory, but it feels monumental in this frozen arena.

Alright two can play in this game. “Let me just grab my purse and then we can go.” I said heading inside. My purse was already lying on the sofa so I didn’t have to search for it. I checked to make sure my phone was inside and some cash. I was looking forward to how Theodore was going to make me skate. I had refused to learn to skate even though I had the opportunity almost all year round. While everyone my age was learning to skate and fantasizing about being hockey players or dancers, I had my nose buried deep in a comic book. I just didn’t fancy the whole thing and I had no idea why someone would just chose to stay in the cold longer that he or she has to. It was just impractical.

But that only slowed me down, made me move as I’d never skated in my life. The coach shouted from the bench. “Why are you moving like a princess?” He clapped his hands together, brows pinching together. “You’re playing hockey, not figure skating.” Another opponent lunged at me, and I was a hundred percent certain I wouldn’t be able to dodge that. So I braced myself and threw my weight forward to counter it. The steel usually handled the force. But not today. I heard the ice crack beneath my feet, my blade sank in immobilizing me for a second too late.

As I pulled the laces tight, she smiled. Every time my fingers brushed her ankle, she would shiver. "Ow," she laughed, jerking her foot. "You’re extra touchy tonight." "It’s the environment," I said, looking up at her. "Ice is a crystal. Crystals are conductive. We’re basically standing in a giant battery." I finished my own laces and hopped over the boards, gliding onto the ice with the effortless grace of someone who had spent more time on skates than in shoes. I reached out a hand to her.

Chapter 13 Adele Wilson I walked inside the ice hockey arena at exactly 5:30 A.M. My legs halted forcefully as I spotted Jason on the ice rink, skating. Fingers curled tightly around the hockey stick as he moved the puck speedily across the rink. I had pictured everything in my mind. How beautiful and perfect I would be after Jason helped me lose some weight as he had promised, but I couldn't bring myself to continue this. Not when my father's life is in jeopardy.

Hesitation would get me killed. The forest opened briefly into a frozen clearing, moonlight spilling across the ice like silver blood. Memories of the NHL rink flashed unbidden—the sound of skates scraping ice, the tension of a game, the thrill of competition. The pack had trained here, and this territory was ours, yet tonight, it felt alien. Dangerous. A chessboard where the pieces were wolves and shadows alike.