Ice Ice Water Novels & Stories

He ordered quickly, eyes flicking between the menu and his phone. When he got his drink, he snapped a picture and sent it without thinking. The label on the side read: ICED LATTE — OAT — 1 PUMP VAN _JPEG_ : (photo) i have human fuel MegaMax_31: since when do you do vanilla? _JPEG_ : i pressed the wrong button MegaMax_31: coward Jamie took a sip as he turned toward the door, the sweetness subtle, almost comforting. “Caramel macchiato for Max!”

"Oh, whatever. You must stay strong. You're still young, so you shouldn't end your life over that rotten asshat! I haven't even traveled the world with you yet. "Hey, have you seen Rime Ice before? It happens when supercooled water droplets freeze on things. I'll show you! Here are some pictures I took last winter. I haven't even sent them to you yet." She opened her phone's gallery and clicked on a series of pictures to show Josephine. One was a picture taken on a mountain, where a blanket of snow covered everything. There were also frozen icicles hanging from the trees. Everything about it seemed magical and pristine. It was as if one's soul could become purified from being there. The plac

When Julian came, he clenched tight around Sebastian, milking him until Sebastian followed with a low groan, filling him up. They stayed joined afterward, sweaty and spent, foreheads pressed together. The intimacy of reminiscing, the comfort of being known... every touch said they still belonged to each other completely. That winter, the pond froze solid. Sebastian laced up his old skates. Julian laced up his. They stepped onto the ice together. The surface was rough, not like the rinks they had played on but it was theirs. Sunny barked from the shore. Stella tried to run on the ice and fell.

The suicides felt endless. Each sprint down the ice tore at my lungs, my skates carving desperate lines into the glassy surface with jagged screeches that bounced off the empty rafters. Sweat traced fiery paths down my spine, soaking through my jersey until the fabric clung cold and heavy against my skin. Every pivot burned. Every breath tasted like exhaustion and memory.

The Ice King. He looked exactly like the nickname sounded. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the kind of way that irritated me on principle.Then his eyes landed on me.His mouth twitched immediately. “You look terrified.” “I am terrified.” “That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve said since we met.” I glared at him. “I hope your skate blade snaps.” “Careful, sweetheart,” he said lightly as cameras flashed around us. “People are watching our love story.” “I hate you.”

The day before the Qualifier, the rink was freezing, as always, but the tension in the air made it feel even colder. Elias glided across the ice, his blades carving sharp, precise arcs as he ran through his short program for the third time that morning. His breath formed clouds in the chill, but his body moved with fluid precision, each spin, each jump landing clean.

His breath made small white clouds in the cold air. "You came," Adrian said softly. His voice was warm and close. "Sophia told me you were down here," Ethan said with a small smile. "Shouldn't you rest your shoulder?" "My shoulder is fine. My mind is just loud," Adrian murmured. He opened the small wooden door to the ice. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Come out here with me." Ethan hesitated. He looked down at his normal leather boots. "Adrian, I don't have skates. I will mess up the ice."

I simply did the same. "Come on now boy, follow me" he said as he began to walk away into the castle. I limped after him. The interior of this place was simply breathtaking. It was almost more splendid than any building I had ever seen before. We walked into a hall illuminated by lamps filled with green fireflies that gave the hall an emerald hue. It was beautiful. There were lots of statues in the hall and lots of doors. Just as my mind was carried away by the raw beauty of this place, I suddenly remembered my ordeal. I was fucking thirsty. I needed water and I needed it fast.

And I was going to give a thousand water bottles just to get my position back. *Fucker.* And just then, Coach blew the whistle for halftime. Which meant... "Get the water flowing." From the corner of my eyes, I could see Jade and Leo walking toward the thirsty teams. Sighing, I made my way toward them, trying to dodge George, but of course, it was futile. "Hey, water boy." He waved his hand, and when I turned, he raised a brow. "What part of 'we are thirsty' don't you understand?"

"They're going to faint on the ice." A few others chuckled. Even some students sitting on the spectators side looked entertained. Meanwhile Noa looked ready to commit murder, and Leon wasn't much better. Neither liked being embarrassed, especially not publicly. Coach Finn blew his whistle again. Phweeet! The sharp sound echoed throughout the rink. "Enough of the chit-chat!" Everyone immediately straightened. The coach pointed toward center ice. "Rotation, guys!"