Ice Breaker Hannah Grace Novels & Stories

"I don't care. You must resolve all your issues immediately. Didn't you hear what Lucas said? I hope you can sort it out quickly." "Argh, fine, I'll sort it out," Luna shouted, frustrated with the fact that her own grandfather didn't believe her and took sides with that man. Luna quickly turned and left the family room, heading up the stairs. But before her foot touched the first step, her hand reached out for a large antique vase standing at the bottom of the staircase. With deliberate force, she pushed it, causing the large vase to shatter instantly. Crash! The commotion caught the attention of all the members of Rico's family, and they shook their heads, well aware of Luna's temperament.

I command and the room goes silent and everyone starts leaving. “Granny Rose what aren’t you telling us? I can sense your holding back” I cautiously state looking at Erik’s grandmother. She took a deep sigh not looking at me “the truth my sweetheart is that the severing of the bond like this is more painful each time it snaps and you...you might not survive.”

Hazel cracked the door open ever so slightly that only her pale slender fingers could pass through the space. "Thanks." I took the phone and flashed a small smile before leaving her to whatever she was doing in her cave. I closed the door behind me and checked my phone. "No calls..." I sighed. I still couldn't help but think how weird it was for Hazel to act like that. She didn't look like the cheerful and bright girl I know— almost as if she was an introvert who doesn't socialize much.

She let out this small, wounded sound that twisted my gut. “Because he protected you,” Rebecca told her. “You’re the only person he still loves. The only conscience he has left.” “I need to talk to him.” Grace sounded desperate now. “Be careful. When I got confronted, I got worse before I got better. Denial is a hell of a drug.” “I have to try.” The recording ended. None of us spoke for a long time. ---- Grace flew back that same night and went straight to Harrison’s house. We didn’t hear the full story until she showed up at our door later, completely broken.

“Mum, what firm is she talking about? Somebody explain something to me.” Erin stepped forward. “Yes, I was a lawyer. Just not part of the serious ones, I did things my own way. I owned a firm but that's a story for some other time. But tonight, we raise a toast to my return as an investigator.” He winked at me and raised his glass. Everyone raised their glasses and they clicked it together. The clicking of glass caused my head to spin even further and I knew that if I should spend one more minute there, I'd be throwing up on the floor.

Everything perfect for Saturday. I was chopping vegetables when Sarah called. "Turn on the news. Channel seven. Now." "What? Why?" "Just turn it on." I grabbed the remote. Switched to channel seven. Breaking news banner scrolling across bottom of screen. Then I saw it. Our faces. Jake's and mine. Stock photos from hockey games and social media. The news anchor speaking seriously. "Breaking news in the ongoing custody battle between hockey star Jake Sullivan and his mother Margaret Sullivan. New evidence has emerged suggesting a secret payment scheme..."

" The snow fell thicker and thicker, covering the gravestone and his figure. He seemed at ease, yet his eyes were filled with endless sorrow. … A year later, the Capone family withdrew from the Mafia world entirely. My papa, broken by years of depression, fell gravely ill and was confined to bed. My mamma stayed by his side, caring for him day and night. Whenever she had a moment, she went to my grave and talked to me, just like before. Lydia's end was far worse. She was found in the slums by people she'd once crossed. They hated her to the bone. They stripped her of the last valuables she had, broke her legs, and left her bleeding in the street.

Ohhh" she replied. "Take your time, I just want you to know that I like you very much, and I want you very much" "You also want to marry me, make me the mother of your kids? " Yes, can I propose now? Her beautiful eyes were amused. ________________________________________ Hurting myself was what I do Best, lingering on broken memories. What's broken is broken. It can't be fixed. Still my heart felt used. Fekit discarded, even hurting her hurts me more than it should.

Danger of being discovered? I walked to the bathroom door and knocked loudly. 'Raven. I have warned you once to never run away from us. You need to open this door right now or I will break it down and pull you out by your hair if need be,' I threatened. I will never treat her that way. I just wanted her to open the door herself. I didn't want to break the door. 'I am sorry Roman please don't hurt me. You need to let me explain,' Raven sobbed from inside the bathroom and my heart broke.

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."