Ice Age Buck Without Eye Patch Novels & Stories

Internally I’m buzzing with excitement as we leave the campus and make our way towards the dodgy inn. Exiting the forest we can see that the Night Hawk is in the middle of open grounds. It is impossible to approach it without being seen. Nervously we open the door and enter. Taking of the hoods of our capes we catch a couple of glances but nobody halts their conversations to actually stare. Behind the bar there’s a woman with grey hair, almost white. It’s put up in a tight grey bun. When she turns to face us I see her left eye is covered by an eye patch. The right eye is a rich dark brown.

As the heavy duty jeep trundled away from Five Lakes Jack and Caleb sat in silence together. They both wore relaxed jeans and button-down shirts in differing shades of blue highlighting their mossy brown eyes. Jack wore a black eye-patch, daring anyone to stare at his disfigurement. There had already been several instances where his rage had boiled over against those he felt were judging him. Caleb had almost not brought him along, but his father had insisted that they stick together.

There was the barest of smiles on her face as she looked past the camera. “I don’t think I’m old enough to see these.” Ty declared as Bunny moved to the next photo. Helen was still in the stool, but her legs were spread, and her head tipped back. This was also in black and white with shadows hinting at the treasure between her legs. “I know I'm not.” JD said. “I hope she did a color pop on that one.” Dean said. The next picture was the same except with her lips and lip imprint on the wine glass in red.

Water rushed out into the Moonstone Corridor now. "Oh, shit," Buck muttered, dropping his iron tools and kicking off his footwear. He dropped to his knees on the wet floor. He hauled open the wooden vanity doors and reached deep into the dark piping. Lynn froze, his eyes locking onto the omega's waist. Buck was wearing thin, low-slung blue pajama pants. They hung dangerously low on his wide hips. He was not wearing any underwear beneath them. He had the tightest, roundest, most perfect male ass Lynn had ever seen on a wolf.

I was already on my feet, screaming so loud my throat burns with a sign in my hands, viberating. It had the inscription #BLACK ICE BELONGS TO US# in cracked red marker. Three months of being an intern here, I gave him my plays, my nights. My 3AM film breakdowns, mostly breakdown on captain Rhys defense, his rival team. “Trust the delay, Captain. Then burn them.” "Hit the delay, Kane. He drops his shoulder. Every time.” He did and we won. Jax rose the cup high up, for the cameras and I felt it was to me.

“Well, it’s the only one I found in the garment bag you handed me, so...” “But… But…I ordered a big, frilly light-blue dress to match me, along with one of those masquerade ball masks to hide your face.” “Oh, wait! It did come with a mask.” I lifted the yellow helmet with black shaded eyes and a silver mouth guard, then pulled it over my head. My vision went limited, but I could clearly see Brick out of the eye holes as he shook his head. “Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”

'i heard her say to the counter lady 'can I please get an ice? The woman smiles with a nod and turns away to get her the ice. I forced my gaze down the moment she turns around to see me again. And my heart actually beat way faster because I thought she'd caught me staring at her. I decided fixing my gaze on this damn old table in front of me would be the best thing to do as I started hearing her walk towards me. I felt her press the ice against my chin where the douchebag had hit me earlier. I looked up immediately to find her eyes perched on mine. Her oval eyes had the deepest shades of Auburn,encased with a Toffee outer casing shades. I could suddenly see the different shades of brown her

JR’s gray eyes flashed behind his visor, wild and vicious. “You first, Captain,” JR shot back, with his voice raw with adrenaline. He dug his skate in and stole the puck with a brutal poke check that sent Soren spinning. The crowd groaned. JR didn’t waste the chance. He deked left, then right, and fired a pass that led to a crushing one-timer. Tie game. The Storm bench erupted. Soren’s stomach twisted. Thirty seconds left. He won the next faceoff, muscles screaming as he barreled toward Seattle’s net. “Screen him!” he barked at his teammate. The puck slapped his blade. He wound up.

His back hit the wall with a loud thud, and he just stayed there, staring at the floor. I frowned. “What the hell is wrong with you?” My voice came out softer than I wanted. I quickly hardened it. “Get out of my rink.” His shoulders started to shake, and I flinched when I saw a tear slipped down his cheek. He was crying. The untouchable Ice King was standing in my locker room, breaking apart right in front of me. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? The burning anger in my chest twisted into confusion. My brain screamed at me to walk away, but my feet stayed rooted to the floor. I didn’t want to deal with his shit, but seeing him so vulnerable like this, twisted something ugly insid

Her professional profile from the sports science association, a few results from her time at the marketing firm in Drakenfall, and then further down, an image result. I clicked on it. The pictures were mostly professional. A headshot from some corporate profile, a photograph from what looked like a team event from a few years ago, her standing with a group of people in branded shirts, smiling at something off to the left of the frame. I looked at that one for a long time. I moved through the others slowly. There was one from what looked like a park, taken candidly, her face turned toward whoever had the camera, her hair loose. She was laughing.