Novel & Cerita Ice Breaker Epub

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

“It’s complicated.” “That’s not a real answer.” Before I could explain further, my phone buzzed violently in my hand.Leo. I stared at the screen for half a second before answering. “What?” “You sound panicked.” “You sound annoying.” “Ellison.” Something in his voice made me pause.I exhaled slowly. “Someone broke into my dorm “Then, quietly, “What did they take?” “The photo.”Another silence followed, heavier this time. “Stay where you are,” he said immediately.

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

he roared. Adrian had asked Eloise for this special technique before he left. This technique created an ice sword that merged with his weapon, improving its power. The ice sword had a unique feature—extreme cold. Every strike transferred this cold to the enemy. Adrian was pleased to find that the ice sword’s cold helped him clear the poison from his system. His dizziness vanished, replaced by a sharp clarity that improved his focus. With the Ice Breaker Technique, Adrian's aura stabilized. He attacked the burly man’s abdomen, forcing the latter to retreat repeatedly. He continued this relentless assault, feeling that the burly man’s earlier malice deserved no mercy.

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

Dixon. "I thought we weren't allowed to talk on school grounds?" I asked. "Wow! A rule-breaker sticking to a rule? Now that's a first." I rolled my eyes and kept my arms crossed. "I was just following your command." "You're a rule-breaker, aren't you? I knew you'd talk to me eventually, so I just beat you to it." He laughed, taking a seat right beside me. "At least I break other people's rules. But you? You broke your own rule. That's pathetic," I retorted, glancing sideways at him.

"Shanice, Happy Ember's Day." "Happy Ember's Day." Shanice seemed to be in a garden. She handed the phone to Beck and lifted a small rabbit light wand glowing with a warm orange light. "Look, Ms. Celeste! My little light wand is so pretty! I love it! Thank you!" "As long as you like it, that's all that matters." Shanice beamed. "Ms. Celeste, Uncle Beck and I are going to set off fireworks later. Do you want to come over?"

To do the sensible thing. I hit send: *I'll be there.

Derrick leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed, one eyebrow slowly rising in disbelief. “All of them?” My stomach tightened. Why was he even paying attention to this? “Yes,” I replied quickly. “Women do that a lot... you see, we prefer new things that remain new and brandy.” His eyes narrowed slightly, studying me in that quiet way he always did whenever he knew I wasn't being fully honest. Derrick had always been observant. Too observant. For a second, I thought he would press further. Instead, his lips curled into a faint smirk.

I say again, louder this time. My reflection disagrees. I can see it in my own eyes—the truth I'm trying to bury. I didn't do the right thing. I did the safe thing. The selfish thing. The cowardly thing. My fist connects with the mirror before I realize I'm moving. Glass explodes. Pain radiates up my arm, sharp and immediate. Blood wells from cuts across my knuckles, dripping into the sink. I stare at the blood spreading across white porcelain. "This is nothing," I whisper to the shattered reflection. "Nothing compared to what I did to her."