Ice Age Manny's Family Novels & Stories

Emily's POV; "Why do you like ice cream that much?" Mr Hamilton asked while I was eating the ice cream in the car while we're on the way to the house after spending time on the beach. "Because it tastes so good." And continued licking the ice cream in my hand. "It makes you fat." "I don't mind getting fat if it's because of ice cream. Because I love it." "I wonder what you don't like. You eat almost everything and say you love it and it's your favourite."

I couldn't help getting anxious as I defended myself, saying, "It's September, and he set the AC to 50°F. That's not something a normal person would do, okay?" As soon as I said that, Keith shot me a vicious glare. "I've said before that I'm not an ordinary person. I'm the Holy Son of Frost from the heavens. If the room gets warm, I'll melt." I stared at Yara. "You don't actually believe him, do you?"

Jenny gave the tip of her hat gesture at Sly as a sign of thank you for the amusement which Sly answered her with a smug face. Aidan, who watched everything in the front row, couldn't help but be impressed. They acted as real siblings. Bickering something useless, talking lightly, making fun of each other, and walking away with anger yet with clear air. They acted like they were family. “The Outcast is my real family. We have been through a lot, surviving as a family. We are family. Hyena, Wild Bunny, Mandrill Monkey, Vampire, Zombie, and some people from SO… they are my family. As much as you are my family, brother Aidan.”

“Where is Dad?” Ice asked their housemaid when dinner was served. For tonight, he was having steak and beans and chilled Cabernet Sauvignon. “He is not back yet, sir Ice. He was summoned to the Manor.” Upon hearing the current whereabouts of his father, Ice threw the glass of wine that was served to him and growled loudly. He was no longer surprised that his father woukd be out late from his shift but knowing that he is in the manor---it triggered his long withstanding rage. He despises that place and he despises the Reds for many things. Ice is Francis’ only son. While his father had a disposition and the understanding and patience of a saint---his son was the complete opposite of the fathe

Back at home, I don't even get treated with something as good as this. "So, where did you say you come from?" Ice asked me. We had earlier taken a walk down the street for some ice cream as he said. I was happy about his kind gesture, but I still felt he had a prank to play on me in return too. We were taking a walk back home and we engaged in a conversation. "I came from a very strict family. My father is so popular and rich" I boasted. "Haha," he laughed scooping more ice cream into his mouth. "It's either your father is Alpha Lugard, Alpha Ryder, and Alpha Garry. If it isn't any of these three, then you are as well a middle-class or lower class like any of us"

"Mom says you're just the family servant. You're not allowed to have ice cream. Give it to me. Everything in this house belongs to me." But I'd only ever had popsicles before. I'd never tasted fancy ice cream like this. I really wanted to know what it tasted like. For the first time, I didn't listen to Owen. That made him furious. Without thinking, he hit me hard on the head. I never imagined that after I passed out, Owen would run into the freezer and freeze to death. Mom already hated me, and now she thought I'd killed Owen. So I understood when she hit me and yelled at me.

“You can come next week for the rest.” Hunter grabbed the man by his shirt and pulled him. He lifted him up and gave him the devil’s stare. The man had known he was facing death in its eyes. “Please Hunter.” “Give me one reason I shouldn’t break your bones now.” “Please, I have a family.” “Is that a reason?” “I know something you might be interested in.” “What could that be?” “I know you escaped from Zambia.” “So?” “There’s a rumor circling around that there is manuscript about the Hamuumbu’s.”

“Work your way up.” Max looked back at Javier. “But honestly? Uncle Igor is still cooler. He can lift a whole bucket of ice with one hand and taught me the ninja swim move. He also made a fire with just two rocks. And…” Max leaned closer and whispered, “he almost threw Daddy into the ocean once, he said.” Javier burst out laughing. “Sounds like I’ve got competition.” Max nodded seriously. “Uncle Igor also lives alone in the woods and says he won’t get married because snow is better than love.”

He might be the toughest fucker that Ice knew, and Wolf also possessed a level of cunning and smarts that left every other man in the MC in the dust… but he wasn’t invincible. And that’s what had Ice’s parents poking their heads out of their graves, that’s what had him up at four o’clock in the morning. That’s what was setting off every single fucking nerve in his body, and they were vibrating so hard that they were practically jangling like Christmas bells. Jingle bells, jingle bells. Shut the fuck up.

Her eyes were bloodshot, but her face was a void—utterly calm and hollow. Mom hurried into the morgue with the crowd trailing behind her. There lay Dad, his expression peaceful, his heart removed, no longer breathing. He had only been supposed to be "playing" dead, but now he was gone for good. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of irony at how perfectly things had turned out. Grandma Madeline couldn't handle the sight of Dad's body. She lost consciousness instantly and crumpled to the floor. Mom froze for a heartbeat, then spun around and delivered a stinging slap to Aunt Jacklyn's face. "How could you do this, Jacklyn? How could you just stand there and watch while they ripped Matthias' hea