Ice Ice Water Novels & Stories

“Purewater! Come now, don’t you want to sell me purewater, I want everything.” He said to her and she frowned before she walked slowly to his store, business was slow that day and she had not even sold much since morning and the cold sachet water was no longer cold. “It is not cold ooo.” She said to him.

"I see you lurking out there. We were concerned you’d decided to retreat. Get in here." Lyon stepped into the humid room. A large immersion tub sat in the center, filled with several inches of frigid water and mounds of ice. Rafael was submerged within it, bare-chested and focused, his powerful musculature tightening against the thermal shock. His skin was pale from the intense chill, creating a stark contrast against his dark hair and those piercing, frost-colored eyes.

[ Scarlett POV ] There is a specific kind of silence that settles over a room full of athletes when they've collectively decided to wait for you to fail. I'd grown up inside that silence. I'd learned to skate in it, learned to read the ice through it, learned to locate exactly where it lived in my body, just below my shoulder blades, a tightening that I breathed through until it became nothing, just air, just background. I'd been doing it since I was the only girl at my first hockey camp at age nine and every boy in my group had looked at me with that same particular expression: patient, almost kind, absolutely certain.

There's a thing that happens when you step onto freshly resurfaced ice for the first time of the season. It's not the cold, though the cold hits you like a wall the second you push through that rubber curtain, sharp enough to make your eyes water and your lungs do a little surprised hiccup. It's not the smell, either, that specific mix of freezer burn and old rubber and something metallic that probably has a technical name I've never bothered to learn. It's the sound, more like the absence of it.

He pulled me up patient, no rush. We went slow. He showed basic moves, gliding backward, turning easy. I copied and fell again. And again. My legs ached deep after a few minutes, muscles screaming like they were on fire. Thighs burning, ankles sore from twisting. Sweat dripped down my face even though it was freezing. Frustration built up hot in my chest. Why was this so freaking hard? And why did Roland make it look so simple? “You’re doing okay,” he said, voice calm. “Most newbies eat ice a lot.”

The students quickly raided the shelves, sucking dry at least three water bottles each and consuming whatever snacks they could open with their sweaty fingers. They stood under the ceiling air conditioners with their arms outstretched, leaned against the cold windows, hugged the fridges with their whole bodies. Ryder found the ice cooler outside and brought back a bucket full, and each of them took turns sticking their limbs and faces in. Aiden chewed ice cubes blissfully, August laid on the floor with ice all over his bare chest and stomach, Blake dumped a handful in his jeans, Zane rubbed them along his skin like body lotion, Ryder buried his face in the bucket.

Adam, with a playful smile, joined them, eager to indulge in the sweet treat. As the trio stood in the kitchen, the cool air conditioning providing respite from their earlier endeavors, Adam couldn't help but comment, "Well, do you know that ice cream can help soothe the soreness?" Isabella's curiosity piqued as she turned her gaze towards him, a playful grin spreading across her face. "No... How about we try it?" she proposed, her voice filled with a sense of adventure.

Water from the shower cascaded over us, mixing with the melting ice and creating icy rivulets that ran down his abs in freezing streaks. “Fuck,” he groaned, head tipping back against the tiled wall. “That’s… cold.” I dragged the ice slowly across his collarbone, then down one thick pec, circling his nipple deliberately. The small brown bud tightened instantly into a hard peak from the freezing contrast against the hot water. Lorenzo’s breath hitched, his cock twitching visibly as it started to fill. I took another cube into my mouth, letting it melt slightly on my tongue until my mouth was deliciously cold. Then I dropped to my knees in front of him.

Yes , sure I love eating – more than the average girl – but come on , I mouth should have an off switch or something…Or maybe like a stopper… Yeah , you do not want to know what I thought about…My inner whore says. I drop the contents of the mug into the sink – I do not feel for coffee anymore. I think I had enough ‘traumatic’ experiences with coffee for one day. Maybe I should go for something more cooler – like ice water. After washing the mug , I take it back to the counter. I walk over to the fridge to take out the iced water jug. The glass jug is simply beautiful – it is as if someone put their hands through the television and pulled this jug out. It looks as if it were in an advert. Th

Okay, maybe I am clueless in some situations but this is the magnificent results of the lack of human interactions. I was sitting at lunch with Amber by my side who was munching on some unknown substance. It looked green and had a nice smell to it. I didn't ask further questions on her choice of meal and instead admired how she looks at Isaac in astonishment as if he is a god when he marked a point... If this is the right term sporty people use. I took a sip of my ice cold water which make my teeth clatter just a little. Even with the freezing weather I would rather drink icing water rather than some hot tea or coffee. I've always preferred cold things. Icy scents, cold drinks and even cold