Ice Age Fanfiction Novels & Stories

DANELLE'S POV I usually never got cold easily ,even when I was still a kid..I had a high tolerance of coldness and winter was my favourite season of the year actually..The temperatures here in summer were insane and I wasn't really a big fan of sweaty body and all that summer stuff..Shit actually made my skin scrawl..But right now ,standing fucking shirtless outside that cabin like I was freaking Arnold Schwarzenegger or something ,the storm still heavy like it was never intending to stop any time soon ;I needed that fucking heat..Anushka was taking fucking eternity to change into such simple shirt and joggers but I knew better than to just get back inside there ;the woman almost made me rip

She was relieved that she was feeling better now, although there was still a slight pain between her legs, something she was doing her best to ignore. Snow felt a wave of fatigue wash over her from dealing with her sister’s boundless energy. Ice had been lively the entire day, running around the penthouse, turning it into her own runway, taking piano lessons from Demetri, lounging in the pool, binge-watching Nétflix, and more. Snow suspected that Ice might even drag her into doing Pilates later. If that happened, considering the soreness she still felt, she might just end up hitting her sister lightly in frustration.

Instead I wrote: [Jordan]: don’t stay too late. ice gets soft after 9 Nora: i know Nora: congrats again on the A, A-minus I smiled despite myself. But the smile didn’t last. There was something underneath her words tonight, like she was skating backward while pretending everything was forward motion. I went inside. Mom had left dinner in the fridge, leftover stir fry that I reheated without really tasting. I ate standing up at the counter, scrolling through old game footage on my laptop like that would fix whatever was shifting between me and Nora.

She looked at the lucky charcoal blazer, then slowly pulled the pins from her hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders. "You're so beautiful that even a stone statue would fall flat for you," Erica's voice echoed in her head. "Beautiful?" Selena whispered to herself, her voice barely audible. She leaned closer to the mirror, examining her features as if she were seeing them for the first time. Her eyes, large and expressive, seemed to hold a world of hidden dreams. Her skin was pale and smooth, glowing under the soft Italian moonlight. She traced the line of her jaw with her fingertips. She thought about the "Ice King" Erica had described. A man who lived in glass towers, who owned half o

But the image of Elias dancing, loose, confident, beautiful, refused to leave his head. The ice was cracking faster now. And Jax wasn’t sure how much longer he could pretend it was solid beneath his feet.

“You didn’t let me get a single word in last time, so it's my turn…Getting closer to you, spending time with you. Learning about fuckass hockey, that i never cared about before. Watching the way you lead your team fiercely and knowing just how kind and sweet you are off the ice—those are things I would never want to go back to not experiencing and it fucking sucks—“ he chokes on a sob, eyes pooled with water but he’s been holding this all in to himself and he’s going to combust if he doesn’t just relieve this crumbling pressure off of his chest. “—it sucks that I’ve had to feel’myself fall for someone unattainable in slow motion. and there was nothing I could do to stop it, because stopping

“This.” Shame twisted hard in my chest. I hated that she’d seen it. Hated that part of me cared. “What exactly were you expecting?” I asked coldly. “The Ice King,” she answered honestly. “Not someone who looks exhausted all the time.” I looked away first. Weak. “That room changes nothing.” “Maybe not,” she said quietly. “But it explains things.” I laughed harshly. “Please. Go ahead and psychoanalyze me, documentary girl.” Her jaw tightened instantly. “Why do you do that?”

"Tell them he traded sixty-four floors of glass for a mezzanine and a writer who doesn't use a script." "They won't believe it," she teased, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "They want conflict. They want a new antagonist. They want to know if the Ice King ever misses the frost." Julian pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his expression turning entirely serious, entirely real. "I spent twelve years in the frost, Maya. I didn't know I was freezing until you picked the lock on my study and let the air in. There is no sequel where I go back to that room."

"We love you Charia. We protected you…why?" "I would tell you all the truth when we get out of here, please. I'm sorry I put you in this spot. I'm sorry I hurt you Ice. All you did was love and protect me. I'm so sorry Ice. I'll get you out of here, I promise. I swear with my life." I touched his face and wipe his tears moving closer to feel his breath. I looked into Ice's eyes and then my gaze settled on his lips. "I'll get you out of here, Ice I promise" I whispered and went for his lips, kissing him sweetly. I didn't know why I did that, but it was Ice obvious and I liked him. I just wanted to reassure him he and his sister would be fine if that was going to work

He winked in a flirtatious manner. Felicia laughed. "Well, it's good. I really like the mixed ice. The ice doger is delicious too." (Doger Ice is cold coconut milk.) "Are you culinary delights?" Jayden asked suddenly to which Felicia immediately replied with a nod while the girl continued to eat the mixed ice. "After the research is complete, do you want to go to Puncak?" Felicia immediately turned to Jayden. "Huh? Puncak? What are we going to do? Do you want a contract marriage there?"