Ice Age 5 Sid Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"Umm, well, I... Uh, my name is Vidia Alexis Logan, Doc. And I am... Wait, uh, my... Your... No, yeah, here. I think I got it. I am your daughter's girlfriend... Best friend. Yeah! I am. I mean. My bestie is your girlfriend's... No, your daughter's girlfriend, Olie, Olivia Jillian. Your daughter is OJ Hunters. Right?" My mom slowly nodded her head, even though her face showed that she didn't quite understand what was going on. "My daughter? Yes. She is my daughter. Whe-where is she? And... Umm. Wha-what girlfriend? She has a girlfriend?" Mom asked her in confusion, and I waited for the girl to tell her the answer. "Yeah! Olivia has a girlfriend. Sydney. Sydney Roswell. I'm her best friend."

A few hours later, the scenery in the corridors of Kingsley University felt entirely different than usual. There was no more fake dating status. No more lies. As I stepped into the faculty building walking side-by-side with Ryder, the atmosphere around us was as chaotic as ever. The eyes of every student were glued to us. Some whispered, others stared with sheer envy. His large hand rested possessively on my lower back, while he shamelessly buried his face in my hair from time to time. I was truly the Ice King's girlfriend now, and I wasn't hiding it anymore. Ryder didn't hold back. He shot lethal death glares at any guy who dared to look my way for more than two seconds. If I used to have b

Her reply came in less than ten seconds. Adeline: WITH WHO??? I rolled my eyes, already typing. Me: Davian. Adeline: OH MY GOD. I could literally hear her screaming in my head. Rolling my eyes, I snorted softly, shaking my head as I locked my phone. Adeline was going to have a field day with this but honestly, I didn’t mind because a small, petty part of me wanted Hex to see me moving on so he would stop looking at me like I still belonged to him.

"The freshman superstar gets the win! From Newton Thomas to Zed Dave—there's a new MVP!" I walked away out of the basement. I was still pissed, but then I realized my phone wasn’t in my bag. I must’ve left it inside the locker room when I went in earlier before the game started. I sneak back into the locker room, avoiding the attention of the players that rushed in. I walked in closely—I heard Newton’s voice. “I think I’ve fallen for her,” he announced to his best friend and one of his teammates, Jason laughing softly. “She goes by the name, ICEQUEEN17. She’s... different from other girls on campus. I don’t know who she is, but I’m planning to reveal myself to her at the victory party.”

Aria I give him a side-eye. “Girlfriend? You’re laying it on thick already, huh?” He smirks, not even missing a beat. “Oh, you’ll see. We're gonna make that bastard jealous, and trust me, it’ll work.” I almost trip over my own feet. Me, in some fake relationship with Lucas-the-Resident-Player? Yeah, that’d go over great. The judgment I’d get from my friends? Yikes. I can practically hear them already- Aria, really? Lucas?

Then, I hit a photo from October. Julian was standing on a decorated balcony, his arm wrapped tightly around a tall, stunning brunette with an expertly tailored winter coat and a diamond-sharp smile. The caption read: The best view in the city with my captain. I clicked the girl’s tagged handle. CLARISSA VOLKOV. CAPTAIN, MID-ATLANTIC STATE UNIVERSITY HOCKEY. I sat back in my chair, a slow, malicious laugh ripping through the quiet of my bedroom. Clarissa Volkov. She must be Anastasia's sister or relative. And she was currently sharing a bed with her ex-boyfriend.

" Kiera went on a nonstop tirade, but her words reminded me exactly why Hayden and I had fought the last time. A month earlier had marked our sixth anniversary together. Hayden had rented out a villa for the occasion, but when I arrived, I realized it wasn't just the two of us there—Kiera was there too, along with a whole group of his trashy friends. Kiera was the textbook definition of a pick-me girl, ordering a bunch of men around while they massaged her legs and catered to her every whim. By the end of the night, they started playing Truth or Dare and even tried to force me to kiss another man.

Forget the way our bodies had locked together like they’d been waiting for years? But I nodded anyway. “Yeah. We can do that. Pretend it never happened.” He studied me for a beat, then extended his hand. “Cool, Cap?” I stared at his palm—long fingers, faint scar across the knuckles from some old fight or check. The same hand that had gripped my waist like it owned me. “Cool, Winger.” I forced a small smile and shook. Then footsteps echoed from the doorway. “Everything good out here?” Jeff called.

Eara asked. Sidhiel knows that his sister asked that to annoy him. "She's not my girlfriend, Eara." "She's not your girlfriend ever? Or not anymore?" Eara kept on quizzing. "Not ever," Kalyx answered. "She's just a colleague from work. We're both assigned in the same project. Besides, Sophia isn't into men. And if ever she is, I still won't date her." Kalyx said determinedly and sincerely, trying to catch Sidhiel's gaze.

"We're here sir." I didn't notice that we're already in school. I grabbed my things and felt my heart pounding when I walked out of the car. Am I nervous? Why will I feel nervous about this? Almost all the girls in school wanted to be my girlfriend but we're talking about Alora. She's called the Ice Princess because she's known for rejecting boys who's trying to confess to her. Am I different to the others?