Ice Breaker Book Spicy Pages Novels & Stories

Notifications stacked over each other until I couldn’t see the time anymore. The Spill had posted again.A photo filled the screen before I could even brace for it. High resolution. Perfect timing. Leo’s hand on my waist, my body angled toward him as if I belonged there. His head dipped just enough to suggest something private, something soft and real. [Northridge Spill]: THE ICE KING’S FORTRESS OPENS. Leo Thorne brings Maya Ellison home. Is this the real deal or the heist of the century? I let out a short laugh that didn’t sound like mine. “It’s a heist,” I muttered, tossing the phone onto the bed. “And I’m the one being robbed.”

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Her fingers trembled as she flipped to the familiar page where she always found his name. But the page was blank. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned another page but still, there was nothing. Then another. And another. It was empty. Panic surged through her veins. "No, no, no," she whispered, her voice shaking as she frantically turned the pages. However, her hands suddenly froze when she noticed something even more alarming. The edges of the pages were disintegrating. The parchment was crumbling and tiny specks of ash began falling onto her lap as if an invisible fire was consuming it.

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.

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

Archer glared at her with red eyes and roared, "Nobody but Selene can call me that!" He hurried home as quickly as he could but soon realized that there was nothing left in the house. It was completely void of everything that belonged to me. There were only two eye-piercing documents left for him on the coffee table in the living room. One was a divorce agreement. The other was proof of my abortion. "H-How could she actually… kill the baby?" Archer fell to the ground in grief and despair. He swallowed his tears of remorse as they gushed out from his eyes. However, the woman who would gently comfort him and tell him that everything would be alright was gone.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

Hey neighbor! Chapter 1 Kai wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm, cursing under his breath. The narrow stairwell of the old apartment building felt like a sauna. He’d been hauling boxes since early morning, and this final one—stuffed with his heaviest art books and supplies—had decided to be the hill he might actually die on. His lean arms burned as he tried to lift it again, the cardboard digging into his palms. “Need a hand, neighbor?”

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻