Ice Age Buck Without Eye Patch Mga Nobela at Kwento

I saved my comment for later, right after he drills me. I figured we can't be seen cause he already turned the glasses opaque. I was about setting my gown loose from my neck... "Don't take that off, i want to fuck you in that" he stroked his penis. The iciness in his voice lived up to his adopted surname, Ice, which he'd named after me. "Take me in" he flashed me a grin.

His eyes were already searching for the only person he came to the Hillary campus for. The moment he found him, his name slipped from his mouth like a quiet promise. “Noa.” His gaze locked onto the one thing that always gave him away. The bold letter C represents Captain, which was stitched proudly onto the chest of his jersey. Even from across the rink, he stood out effortlessly. He moved across the ice with calm precision, every stride smooth and controlled. His turns were sharp, his stops clean. When he passed the puck, it traveled exactly where it needed to go without hesitation.

Every pass was off, every shot missed and every move felt wrong like my body wasn’t keeping up with my mind or maybe it was the other way around. “Mercer!” He called again, louder this time. “What’s your problem today?” Travis demanded. “Nothing,” I shot back. “Then start playing like it.” I gritted my teeth, gripping my stick tighter. I tried, I really did but every time I pushed forward, my mind dragged me back back to the way she looked at him. “Enough!” Travis’s voice echoed across the rink. “Get your head in the game or get off my ice!” Something snapped in my head and before I even realized what I was doing, I hurled my stick across the ice, the sound of it clattering loudly against th

Years of lunges had given her some serious junk in the trunk for a girl of her size and color. Her eyes were blue, but not the pretty, sky blue most envied. No, hers were a dark blue like the ugly cousin barely related and never wanted at the party. She had contacts to brighten the color, but the damn things irritated her eyes. She had to stop wearing them when a customer had complained she was infected with something. Because infection was simply not tolerated at The Cobra Club.

But, she has green, weird. "Oh, okay. Let's go! I wanna taste that Buck!" I cheered while clapping my hands, making him chuckle. We really need to get going, it's getting colder here. I know, I saw them gasped just a minute ago. I didn't mean Morgan, he's on my back so there's no way I'll see him gasp. My brows furrowed with my eyes narrowed, looking at the passing trees, hoping that I will see them again. Morgan suddenly looked back at me with a questioning gaze, making me sigh as I forced a smile while avoiding his eyes. Eyes can't lie, I know it. An undeniable smile tugs on my lips when I saw our home, covered with thick layers of snow.

Ice will eat most of it by himself. He had his kutte and boots off leaving him in only a tee-shirt. It amazes me how these guys can go around wearing the bare minimum in this cold. I know they wear hoodies or jackets when they ride. But other than that kuttes, tee-shirts and jeans. And if I’m lucky no tee-shirt. Most may be my brothers and I don’t look at them but the ones that aren’t trust me I look. I’m a healthy woman with eyes that work. I’m going to take in the eye candy whenever I can. Who wouldn’t. Ice and a few prospects are my favorite to look at. Well, until Ethan came along.

His eyes were burning, his jaw was permanently locked in a rigid line, and his chest felt hollowed out, scraped raw by the lingering fury of the night before. The double doors of the East Rink groaned open. Jaxson walked out onto the ice alone. He looked like death walking. His face was dangerously pale, his dark eyes bloodshot and heavily shadowed, and his jaw was shadowed by a rough, dark stubble. He hadn't worn his full armor today—just his padded hockey pants and a dark gray practice jersey. Every heavy stride he took toward the center circle looked like a physical battle against his own skull. He reeked of cheap arena soap and the sharp, defensive scent of wintergreen, trying desperatel

I turned to the mirror and saw my red hair that was highlighted with white. We thanked the doctor and the nurse who has assisted us throughout the stay in the small clinic. We went back on the trail and this time, we were cautious in everything that was surrounding us. We fought beasts with beasts as we go further into the mountains. I was grateful that Zale was with me because I am still weak and am lack mana. I haven't fully restored my mana yet and so we just stuck into walking instead of flying.

Just one look at her cold dead eyes made Toby want to run out the room and back to the safety of his nation. Alexa had long icy white hair which Toby thought was oddly ironic due to her icy personality. Her eyes were a light blue, similar to Eliza's. Unlike his friend though, Alexa's eyes weren't calming and warm, they had quite the opposite effect. To top the look off she had deathly pale skin, Toby contemplated if she even looked like she was alive. It added to the threatening ice queen persona she was going for.

Luke crossed the space between us and got down to his knees as he grabbed my shoulders. "I, I can't breathe! It's happening again! Save me! Save me!" I don't want him to see me like this. I don't want anyone to see this side of me. A helpless child. Who would have thought that Alora Smith, the one they call the Ice Princess, has this vulnerable side? But right now, I can't focus on getting back on my feet, I needed someone to help me and Luke just happened to be there.