Novel & Cerita Ice Breaker Spicy Chapters

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

"Should I kiss you or what?" "I will be glad if you do none. You have become so obsessed over that smelly guy that I am afraid you might infect me with the obsession." She answered coldly. Babe chuckled and put her bag down. The truth was that she didn't get along with Eric at her. It was a blast of disappointment that she was so ashamed to even speak about. [Flashback to Eric and Babe's meeting.] After briefly sending a message to Isabella to thank her, she came out with a bottle of champagne and a glass cup but Eric was already standing up. She smiled at him.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

Where everything came together. "Gross! Parent kissing!" Alex and Lily shouted. Skating over. Laughing. Teasing. We laughed. Broke apart. Family surrounded us. All four skated toward exit. Together. Family. Complete. I looked back at rink one last time. This place. This ice. This beginning. Thought to myself: They say you cannot go home again. But I did. I came back to this rink. This city. This man. And I found home. Not in place. In them. In us. In family we built from broken pieces and impossible odds.

I glared at him. "I need time. Please, don't waste your time coming here? I want---" I didn't finish my line when my head suddenly throbs. My eyes became blurry and my stomach is in pain again. "Are you okay? Lucy, wake up!" The only voice I heard before I lost my consciousness. --- Eloisa POV

“Now spill.” My hand flew to the bridge of my nose, pinching hard enough to leave a mark. Maybe if I focused on the pain, I could ignore her. “We didn’t break up,” I growled. “There was nothing to break up. It was... transactional.” Victoria’s grin widened. “Oh, transactional. Sounds fancy. What were you, His sugar baby?” I glared at her so hard I thought she might burst into flames. “It’s none of your business.”

I squealed as I watched blood seep out of my finger. I placed my thumb in my mouth and sucked away all the blood on my finger, and then tried to loosen the lock once again. Another tear streamed down my face as I placed my throbbing thumb into the lock once again. After applying enough pressure the lock opened up enough for me to slide my wrist through. I got up and ran toward the door only to be faced with a long dark and isolated hallway. I closed my eyes and try to think about what was on the other end of the hallway as I slowly walked through.

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.

C H A P T E R 3 : T H E N I C E B A C K R U B A N D C H I L D H O O D M E M O R Y J A V I E R S U M M E R S

"But tonight, I don't want to think about work. Tonight, I just want this. You." He pulls me close, and I let him. Tomorrow I will go back to reality. Tomorrow I will face the mess of my broken engagement and my shattered plans. But tonight, I am just Evelyn. Not someone's fiancée or someone's employee or someone's disappointment. Just Evelyn. I wake up to sunlight streaming through the windows and an empty bed. I sit up, disoriented, and spot a note on the pillow next to me. *I had to take a call. Coffee is in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever you need. - R*