Ice Age Collision Course Buck Novels & Stories

A sharp pain shot through my back, but I ignored it, refusing to let it show. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he stepped closer. "I'm just... sad, I guess. I don't want you to leave." His voice softened, tinged with reluctance. "We'll be apart—different universities and all..." I could see where this was heading. Logan's jaw tightened, and I knew it wasn't just about the distance. Riverside's hockey team and Green-Hill's had been fierce rivals for as long as anyone could remember, and the thought of me attending Riverside only added fuel to the fire.

Ericson uttered ecstatically to Denise as he reached for a bottle of champagne that was situated not far away from him ,inside the ice bucket"You are going to get blown the fuck away!" "OH MY GOD!"Denise squiled loudly , bouncing excitedly on the seat as she looked at Eric with wide eyes"Are we really going to LáBlanca? Like Dom LáBlanca?" "The one and the only"Ericson confirmed just as thrilled "OH FUCKK!"Denise screamed one more time, earning chuckles from the rest of us ,before turning her face towards Bani who was sitting between her and Nikhil"Did you hear that Bani? We are fucking going to LáBlanca! Oh god ,I've been wanting to go there like....since forever"

"Can I ask a practical question? If Maya goes back to January 15th, how does she survive the freeze? The whole point was she wasn't prepared then. She'd be trapped in the apocalypse with no shelter." "Future Maya said the device brings you back after twenty-four hours," Maya said. "You'd have to survive one day of the freeze, then you return to present." "Survive how? Where?" Maya realized she didn't know. Future Maya hadn't specified. "I'd have to secure shelter quickly. Maybe One World Trade Center itself—it survived the freeze." "So the plan is: go back, find Victor, kill him, then hide in his building for twenty-four hours hoping you don't freeze to death." Jessica's voice was flat. "Tha

is he making a v-video now? “Hey, Eunice give us a sexy dance there, give us a good sample woahhh!” Natasha shouted. I heard my other classmates laughing. I wiped the tears on my cheek. “Didn’t you hear what Natasha said?!” “Eunice--what the hell are you doing to her?!!!” I suddenly heard Celine’s voice. I saw her running to me, she pushed Reymark and Erwin... “F*ck off you son of a bitch!!”

Men, whether young pups or grizzled Alphas, held no interest for me. Once our tea was finished, Tammy dragged me toward a high-end transport dealership. She suggested a sleek Bonz sedan, but a rugged Rower SUV—the kind built for navigating the Kingdom's frozen mountain passes—caught my eye. "How does this beast look? It seems sturdy enough for the tundra," I asked, pointing to a high-performance sports model. Tammy gestured toward the staggering price tag and smirked. "It’s a masterpiece, provided your hoard is deep enough! It better outrun a blizzard for that price."

*** Nightmare ** I was back in the car. The one from years ago. My friends were laughing around me, music blasting, but I kept begging them to leave. “Please, I just want to go home.” The truck’s headlights suddenly blinded us. The crash was deafening. Metal twisted and screamed. Then came the silence.

He took his position at the blue line, his stick lowered, his thumb resting lightly above the blue ridge. "Maya, please begin," I spoke into the small earpiece hidden beneath my strawberry blonde hair. "Sequence one live in three, two, one," Maya’s voice buzzed in my ear from the security booth. Whirrrr-snap. The automated launcher fired a black puck skating hard across the ice toward Jaxson's right side. I watched his helmet jerk slightly, the double vision was clearly active but instead of swinging blindly, his lower hand slid down the shaft. His thumb slammed against the blue tape anchor.

Didn’t interrupt. The entire rink seemed to lean toward the words. “The resurfacing,” I continued. “The flooding. The freezing. The layering. Ice isn’t just a surface. It’s built. Layer by layer.” Jaxon understood. I felt it. “She embedded it,” he said quietly. “Yes.” Victor took one step forward and then stopped. “You are assuming a great deal.” “No,” I said again. I moved closer to the ice before anyone could stop me. Jaxon followed instantly.

The afternoon light was starting to change, growing golden and long through the windows, when I found myself scrolling through old photos. College days when the biggest crisis was a failed exam or a boy who didn’t text back. Pictures of Layla being ridiculous—photobombing strangers, making faces at inappropriate moments, wearing a traffic cone as a hat at some random party. Photos of Milo burning pancakes and acting like a five-star chef, flour in his hair and this expression of intense concentration like he was performing surgery.

“I’m a little out of practice.” “A little?” He smirks, lazily gliding toward me. Effortless. Like the ice bends for him. “You look like Bambi on roller skates.” Heat surges to my cheeks. “You’re supposed to be helping me.” “I am.” He flicks a puck in my direction. “Rule number one: stop whining.” The puck skitters across the ice. Instinct kicks in I catch it on my stick, handle it without thinking. For a second, it feels right. Then my balance falters, and I stumble.