Ice Got Novels & Stories

At six pm Miranda knocked off from work. After putting Nick's address into the GPS of her car she drove off. When she arrived at his outside his house, she packed her car on the street and went to his door and knocked. " Please come in!" Nick yelled from inside. Miranda slowly opened the door and let herself in. She sat down on the couch and waited for Nick. He came down buttoning his shirt and Miranda got to see half of his broad chest she found herself staring at him with her mouth open. He stopped buttoning his shirt when he saw Miranda mouth watering over his body. Miranda closed her eyes and tried to stabilize her breathing. Nick came down and sat opposite her, giving her a front role v

Three months to get my head straight after Riven looked me in the eyes and rejected me for Kael. An omega who wasn’t mine. An alpha who’d claimed him anyway. The memory made my jaw tighten, a low growl rumbling in my chest before I could stop it. That’s why I was here. No teammates. No pack hierarchy bullshit on the ice. No familiar scents reminding me of what I couldn’t have.

The pressure was immense. Eli stepped onto the ice for warmups. The crowd cheered. Not the polite golf clap from before. Real cheering and support. He looked up at the stands. Daniel was not there. He had checked. Blocking his number did not stop Eli from looking. Mack skated past him. “You ready?” “No.” “That's good.” Mack almost smiled. “Being ready is overrated.” The puck dropped. The game was a war. Edmonton scored first. Seattle answered. Back and forth. Eli made saves that should have been impossible. His glove hand was lightning. His blocker was a wall.

I had submitted that market model two weeks ago from a public computer in the library basement at 2 AM, using a throwaway server script so it couldn't be traced back to my IP address. I just wanted to test my formulas against the university's criteria. I never thought they would actually review it—let alone award it grand prize. If they start tracking the entry... if they look too closely... Images flashed through my mind in rapid fire: My father's cold, disdainful eyes. Calvin's hand slamming into my shoulder. Reporters. Headlines. 'Pike Heir Found Cleaning Floors at University.' My knees felt weak. I leaned hard on my cleaning cart, gripping the rubber handle so tightly that my knuckles tu

~Hayden’s POV~ “Alex, what the hell are you doing? Get back on possession! Max, are you just gonna stand there and let him ----” Dad’s gruff voice screams from the stands. It’s too late. I push past Max, skating smoothly until I come face-to-face with Elias and plunge the puck deep into the net. “Yes,” I scream, throwing my stick in the air. “Fuck!” Max curses. “Sorry guys, better luck next time,” I tease them as we skate off the rink.

Harper POV I don’t plan to go to the Ice House. I just… end up there. It starts with me walking to clear my head. Then I realize I’m not heading back to the sorority. Then I realize my feet are very definitely taking me in one very specific direction. And then I turn the corner and see it. The Ice House is lit up like a stadium after a championship. Music thumps through the walls. People are everywhere. Cars lining the street. Someone is yelling. Someone is laughing. Someone is definitely already drunk.

“What’s pathetic is getting everywhere in life because of your last name rather than your own merit.” There it is again, the twitchy, burning sensation from his accusation. It radiates from my core, twisting and curling all the way down my extremities until I’m wound so tight, I might burst at the seams. A vise that tightens around my self-control with every mention of my last name or family. Because I am not my uncle, nor my father. And I’m fucking sick of the world playing this little comparison game. “I was the one out on that ice tonight, Beckett. Not any other Orlov.”

To everyone out there that were abandoned. Isa's Pov I never thought that I would return to Icarus Falls. I can't believe I once lived here. It brings back so many bad memories. Isa sniffled as she remembers the first day she arrived in Icarus Falls. Flashback

The ghost lead becoming instinct rather than instruction. Kai’s group made it difficult where they could. There were mornings they took up the ice without acknowledgement, positioning themselves as though our presence was an inconvenience they had chosen not to address. I didn’t argue. I didn’t push back. I found the available space and used it and kept my eyes on my own players. It wasn’t worth the energy. Not yet. One evening we had barely stepped onto the ice when I heard him behind us. “It’s our turn. Get out.”

Sarah directed, waving the cameras toward the perimeter. Liam’s heart slammed against his ribs. "Jaxson—" "Left side," Jaxson interrupted, his voice dropping into a flat, transactional rasp meant only for Liam’s ears as the executives stepped off the ice. "I'll take the outer lane. Keep your pace even." Before Liam could say another word, Jaxson dug his heavy blades into the ice and glided forward. Liam followed automatically, his silver figure blades cutting beautiful, silent arcs into the ice alongside the heavy, rhythmic crunch of the captain's hockey skates.