Ice Age 2 The Meltdown Sid Novels & Stories

She stopped me all of the sudden. "I told you he will come.. asshole!" Ivory kicked Adam's leg and I looked at her confuse. I led her out from the house and when I saw Celine, I stopped. "Celine, I.." "I suggest you talk to your ex, I wanna go back and have fun." I turned to Ivory angrily. I picked her up bridal style and turned to Celine. "I'll talk to you next time."

"There. Satisfied?" He glanced at the screen, his expression softening just a bit, though I could still see a trace of doubt. After a beat, he shook his head and finally turned to leave. "Better be telling the truth," he muttered as he walked off. "You know me. I wouldn't ditch that class. I love biology," I joked, a grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. Grayson stopped for a second, glancing back with a smirk. "Yeah, right," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You're more likely to miss class just to hang out at the rink."

The sun was already dipping low, painting the ice with streaks of orange. Then I saw River. He stood by the fence, shirtless. In the snow. Steam rose off his skin. I stepped closer, confused. “River?” He didn’t turn. Suddenly, his body shifted—spine stretching, arms twisting. His back hunched. Bones cracked. Fur sprouted along his arms. His face lengthened, mouth opening in a soundless growl. His eyes—those same silver eyes shone through the half-transformed shape. I couldn’t breathe. My feet locked in place.

The maintenance machine was on the ice an hour before its scheduled time. “Security is compromised,” Jax hissed and skated backward toward the tunnel entrance. “Mr. Thorne must have sent someone to check the surveillance footage. They’re watching us, Avery! Go! Now! And remember what I told you!” As he vanished into the darkness of the tunnels, a figure in a maintenance uniform steered the maintenance machine lights across the dark arena. The lights hit me and I become pinned in the center of the rink. The maintenance machine driver killed the engine and it resulted in a heavy and immediate silence.

The Next Day – At The Hide-Out It was 4:30 AM, and it was a marathon for Lucas and Aurora. The libidinous Aurora had longed for that day right from the first day she met Kelvin but he resisted her. When she observed that the blindfolded and masked-up Kelvin was complying with her moves she untied him for maximum satisfaction. What Aurora was not aware of was that the sex-starved twenty-one-year-old Lucas, who had the same features as Kelvin, was having sex for the first time in his life and was not pleased with the experience, which would remain indelible in his mind. He frowned inwardly but pretended to be cooperating, just to save his life.

"Ean, don't leave, please!" She clung to Ean, but he slowly pried her hands off his arm, his tone hardening. "If you're really scared, I'll have the doctor give you something to help you sleep. You won't be scared anymore." Helen stared at him, her disbelief evident. I could not help but laugh bitterly. So, he was refusing her now? Why couldn't he refuse her back then? Ean stormed off, and I followed him. His assistant rushed over, breathless. "Mr. Smith, the surveillance footage shows someone sneaking into the freezer that night. They were heavily disguised, and we're investigating it!"

He reached into his backpack with a conspiratorial grin and pressed a freezing cold, condensation-covered can into my hands. "For you! Ice-cold sparkling water. Found it hidden in the back of the freezer downstairs." He winked. "Drink up. It will help with the heat." In a 140-degree wasteland, a cold soda was worth more than gold. "This is too generous. Thank you." "Don't mention it, Eliza." Just as I was about to pop the tab, a violent, terrifying chill shot up my spine, making the hairs on my arms stand up. I whipped my head around.

The morning came clear and cold. Sebastian woke to sunlight streaming through the windows, bright and sharp, reflecting off the snow. The cabin was still buried, but the sky was blue and the wind was gone. For the first time in days, the world outside looked peaceful instead of threatening. Julian was already awake, sitting by the window, wrapped in a blanket. His breath fogged the glass. "The snow is melting," Julian said. "A little. The roads might be clear by tomorrow."

My voice remained thick from my previous tears, its husky quality grazing his senses like a light caress. Caden froze, his breath hitching as his gaze became transfixed by my throat—specifically, by the necklace resting there. His Adam's apple shifted visibly as he swallowed hard. Every inch of his frame went taut, resembling a bowstring stretched to its absolute breaking point. [AHHH! Mom is flirting with Dad!] [Dad, hold the line! Don't panic now! Say it looks beautiful! Compliment her already!] Once again, Caden's reaction completely blindsided me. He abruptly shoved the chair beside him backward.