Ice Breaker Book Novels & Stories

The girl smiled. - Chocolate. - Okay, I'll bring you chocolate. Anything else? Portia nodded. - A princess book," she said excitedly. - Okay, I'll get you that. See you sweetie, I love you - she said and kissed her forehead. She kissed Iris goodbye and as James passed by, she just ignored him. It pained her to do so, as she still had respect for him, unlike James. She didn't want to act like a jerk to him but he was acting like one.

you know the fact that people love you on that stupid ice doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, who the fuck do you think you are huh" I don't say a word " I'm going to kill you today, since you want to join that little rat so bad" he picks me up and throws me to the other side of the room, my back shatters when it hits the walls, then he runs over and kicks me on the ribs, hard, over and over and over again, wincing and praying silently in pain, I slowly feel numb, like I'm going to die, blood on my mouth it feels like I'm slowly suffocating, after a few more stumps he turns to leave with my last breath I hold his leg tight, I have been recording the whole thing live on the CN page, ev

Harper POV I don’t plan to go to the Ice House. I just… end up there. It starts with me walking to clear my head. Then I realize I’m not heading back to the sorority. Then I realize my feet are very definitely taking me in one very specific direction. And then I turn the corner and see it. The Ice House is lit up like a stadium after a championship. Music thumps through the walls. People are everywhere. Cars lining the street. Someone is yelling. Someone is laughing. Someone is definitely already drunk.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

His patience was thinner than the ice we trained on. Before I could even find the words, Isaac’s chair creaked. Slowly, deliberately, he set his pen down on the folder and looked up, his expression so flat it could’ve been carved from stone. “This is not a romance novel, Coach Lila. It’s competitive figure skating.”

Despair threatened to swallow me whole. But then, a flicker. A tiny, stubborn heartbeat inside me. My child. My baby was waiting for me. "This is just an illusion," I bit my lip, forcing myself to stand. "I will not be chained by the past!" A silver light of healing erupted from my body, instantly shattering the vision. The crystal cracked, the dark energy dissipated. I stood in the center of the Trial Hall, soaked in sweat, but my gaze was as hard as steel.

I got up, feeling the extra weight of my frustration making my movements slow and careful. "You're not fine. You're vibrating," John said, his eyes narrowing. He leaned against the squat rack, his expression shifting from annoyed to suspicious. "It’s about that janitor, isn't it? The kid from the locker room." The mention of him made something in me snap. It wasn't a clean break; it was a complete breakdown of the walls I had built for years to stay focused on the ice. "His name is Toby," I growled. John’s eyebrows shot up. "Toby? You even got his name? Alan, listen to me. That kid’s weird. He’s a ghost. He stays alone for a reason. Don’t get involved."

“Feels stranger from the inside.” • We talked for almost an hour, nothing that needed saying urgently, just the two of us filling the space that had been empty for months — her new consulting work, my ongoing frustration with a defensive breakdown in the second period, small things that mattered only because we were the ones saying them to each other. “We said we’d wait,” I said eventually, the thought arriving uninvited somewhere near the end of the call. “We did say that.” “Does this count as breaking it? A phone call at one in the morning?”

It looked like it was practically built for students to sneak out. I was just about to jump down to the other side when his voice called out once more. "Hey, rule breaker!" I glanced back over my shoulder. "What?" "Who are you?" I let a slow smirk spread across my face before giving him my answer. "Andriette."

Odd things that reminded me of a voodoo parlor. I didn’t touch any of those. No, what drew me in was a book at the far end. It was almost as if the book itself was calling my name, leading me towards it. I was a moth to a flame. By the time I stood right in front of it, I realized that the book was encased in glass. Curiously, I touched the glass, hoping I would find a way to open it but the second my skin made a contact, the glass shattered. Ryker who had been standing beside me quickly pulled me back. “What the bloody hell is that?”