Ice Ice Water Novels & Stories

Her dress had little straps knitted over her her chest are and in that position, anyone with eyes would be openly feasting on her. “Okay, how about this. You drink this water and we play your game,” he asked her in a hopeful tone. She seemed to mull her head over it and a breath of relief left his lips when she unfolded her hands and grabbed the bottle of water. “Deal!” She cried enthusiastically and took a small sip of the water. “Now, let’s play Never Have I Ever.” “Sure,” he agreed nonchalantly, just relieved that she would at least be drinking the water. If things went according to his plan, she would sober up in a bit.

The icy water streamed between my fingers, forming droplets that fell to the floor. I hurried to pour the cold water over my body, desperate somehow to warm myself. The freezing droplets struck my bare skin with surprising force, like thousands of tiny ice spikes stabbing into me. A burning cold spread instantly, invading every inch of my skin, and I nearly screamed from the shock. I continued pouring the water from my shoulders to my feet, leaving no spot untouched by its biting chill. My movements were fast and chaotic, as if every second mattered, like the cold could swallow me whole and leave me frozen to death in an instant.

It smells too much like her and the future I’m not supposed to want. I end up at The Ice House—the dive bar near the university where the hockey guys and pack kids hang out. It’s a Friday night crowd, and usually, people give me a ten-foot radius because I look like I’m looking for a reason to kill someone. I slide into a corner booth, hood up, back to the wall. I order a whiskey, neat, and watch the room. Until I hear the name. Aiden. Two pack guys at the next table are leaning in, their voices low, but wolf ears catch every syllable.

She walked to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water, but stopped when her phone buzzed on the counter. Her stomach tightened instantly. Unknown number. She hesitated before opening the message. You’re stepping into territory you don’t understand. Last warning. Her pulse spiked. She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Anger rose faster than fear. She typed quickly. Then explain it. The reply came almost immediately. Ask your Ice King. He knows the rules better than anyone. The message thread disappeared seconds later. Deleted. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she stared at the blank screen.

Gold star for the golden boy. "Caspian." My teeth find the inside of my cheek. I taste copper. I don't answer. I don't stop. I don't look back. I hit the exit doors and push through into the cold, letting the night swallow me whole

The industrial stainless steel appliances hummed quietly. It was a completely normal room. I was entirely out of my mind. I walked straight to the massive silver refrigerator. I yanked the heavy door open. I grabbed a large glass pitcher filled to the brim with ice water. I didn't bother finding a clean cup. I didn't care about pack manners. I lifted the heavy glass pitcher right to my mouth. I tipped it back. I drank the freezing water in massive, continuous swallows. The ice cubes hit my teeth. The cold liquid spilled down my chin and soaked right into the collar of my dark shirt. I didn't stop until the pitcher was completely empty.

JR lifted the Cup first, then passed it immediately to Soren. As Soren raised it high above his head, the crowd chanted their names. JR skated up behind him, wrapping strong arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his neck. “Look what we built,” JR whispered. Soren turned in his arms and kissed him properly, the Stanley Cup gleaming beside them. Later that night, in their shared apartment overlooking the water, they made love slowly and reverently celebrating everything they’d overcome. Afterward, Soren lay with his head on JR’s chest, tracing the new tattoo on JR’s ribs: a small ice skate with the words ‘Owned on Ice’ and their wedding date beneath it.

She half walked and half ran all the way, arriving twenty minutes later at her destination. The rink was a ruin. But ruins had their own kind of beauty. The moonlight didn't care, it painted the ice in shades of silver making it shimmer like a frozen lake. She ran her hands on the worn boards that gleamed like polished bone under the brilliant moonlight, staring up at the roof that was half-gone. The walls wept with moss, and the cold air smelt of rot and something sweet—wild roses, maybe, crawling up the chain-link fence that still surrounded the ruins.

She picked up the heavy, silver-plated ice bucket—filled to the brim with melting ice cubes and freezing water. With a single, effortless motion, Robin dumped the entire bucket of freezing ice water directly over Dane’s head. SPLASH! Ice cubes clattered against his forehead and bounced off his nose. The freezing water drenched his styled hair, melted his makeup into grotesque gray streaks, and soaked through his open silk shirt, plastering the fabric to his shivering chest. "Guh—brrr! Stop! Please!" Dane choked, sputtering and gasping as the freezing liquid burned his eyes and soaked into his collar.

"How could I kill her by just giving her a glass of water? Are you fucking accusing me, Mr. Mafia Boss?" "Well first of all, I can prove that you are the one who killed her just because of this glass of water." He picked up the glass of water. "Miguel, what have you noticed with your water?" "A lot of ice were floating." "When you put ice in a glass of water, the ice will float. But this water he was drinking, the ice was submerged. Water is heavier than ice. It expels the lighter ice and enables the ice to float to the top," he explained.