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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.”

she said, sounding hesitant, “I know you’re busy, but Susie’s school called. She scraped her knee during recess and wouldn’t stop crying until I told her you were coming.” He glanced at the envelope once more. “I’ll be there,” he said. He set it down. Again. ⸻ Claire spent those same days learning how to breathe in silence. The apartment she had rented was small, modest, and empty—but it was hers. No marble floors. No echoing hallways. Just quiet and space and air that felt lighter in her lungs. She unpacked slowly, deliberately. She did not check her phone. She already knew what she would find there.

“I sound crazy, right?” Charles’s face softened, and he shook his head. “Not at all. I’ve heard stranger things. Can you show me—let’s see if we can prompt them.” Solo nodded, focusing on her belly as she spoke. “All right, my little angels,” she said to the twins. “Would you like Uncle Charles to read you a bedtime story later?” Nothing happened. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft sound of nature in the background. Charles waited and watched with skepticism and curiosity. But then, just as they both began to think nothing would happen, one twin gave a slight kick, almost as if he were acknowledging the question.

Suddenly, I am the tip of the spear. "I’m clear!" I bellow. Mateo answers with a guttural grunt of affirmation. The puck meets my stick. I launch it with every pound of Alpha strength I possess, sending it screaming over the goalie's shoulder and into the back of the net. The final buzzer sounds. 5-6. Victory is ours. The Pacific Ice Arena erupts into a chaotic symphony of triumph. There has never been this level of fervor at a Stormbreakers game. But beyond the professional glory, there is a more primal fire burning. I cannot wait to get my hands on the brilliant strategist who engineered this moment.

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.

She's angry and she is capable of doing anything when she is angry. I remember, there was one girl who has liked me and proposed me in front of whole school and what she did was break down the locker of her in such a horrible way that the girl cried for almost hours. And I know what she's going to do next. I walk back to the door and then damage the knob just to make sure that she won't lock the door after I leave tomorrow cause I know her angry self is scarier though she is less scary than me. "How's she?" Michelangelo asks me.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

Mode of transportation and plane tickets are not a problem since we decide to use Brian’s private jet. ’Goodbye Miami’ I whisper to myself as I stare at the place where I have had all my happy moments and fair share of problems too, the place that had been my home. I am leaving the place to move on from some people but I am never going to leave the memories. I just need a fresh start but I sure as hell will keep the memories locked up deep within me and I will unleash them when the time to satiate my burning desire for revenge is up. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

*He can break the bone, but he won't take this ice. As Hunter closed the final ten feet, flying like a missile, Terry shifted his weight, preparing to absorb the full force of the collision and take the monster down with him.