Ice Breaker Chapters Novels & Stories

“And still lying for survival.” I lowered my hand slowly. “You should leave me alone, Rome.” “No.” The answer came too fast. A strange ache twisted in my chest. He leaned back against the leather seat, one arm stretched lazily while his sharp gaze remained locked onto me. “You know what pissed me off the most?” he said quietly. “I don’t care.” “You disappeared without giving me the chance to look for you.” I scoffed bitterly. “We were a sinking ship, Rome.” “Yes.” A faint smirk touched his mouth. “We were… but not anymore—until you decided to sunk that ship yourself.”

Chapter 7: The Power Struggle Isla’s heart raced as she walked down the dimly lit hallway at Inferno, the thumping bass of the club’s music still vibrating through the floor beneath her. She had managed to escape the chaos of the main room, seeking a brief moment of solitude to think. The club was alive with energy, but for Isla, every step closer to the backrooms of Inferno felt like she was entering another world—one where she had to keep her composure, where secrets were traded like currency.

Liora watched her family’s world crumble in a single moment. And she realized, with a cold thrill... This was only the beginning. END OF CHAPTER 3...

I pressed down until the tip squeaked against the dark stone, opening Chapter 171 with a bold, jagged stroke: ​They thought that breaking the press would bring the silence back, but they only forced us to remember what we are made of. You do not need a grand spire, a golden pen, or a hundred reams of clean cotton paper to tell the truth. You only need the stubbornness to stand in a freezing room, patch the broken iron with scrap wood, and write until your fingers bleed. Chapter 171 is not built on comfort—it is forged in iron and stone.