Ice King Quotes Novels & Stories

“Why me? You could have your pick of a thousand women in this city.” Something shifted behind his eyes, they became softer somehow, if that was even possible. “Because everyone I have ever met is either terrified of me or wants something from me.” He said. “But you have done neither of that since you walked into that conference room that day. You looked at me like I was just a man. Plus I have never seen a woman as difficult to read as you. I would love to get to know you. To know what goes on behind those pretty eyes of yours.”

The moonlight hit the sharp line of his jaw. "I told her that if she ever speaks to you in that tone again—if she ever 'evaluates' you like a piece of livestock—I will move the corporate headquarters to Singapore and take the Wolfe name with me. She would be the queen of an empty castle." He turned back to me, and for the first time, the Ice King looked... human. There was a raw, jagged edge to his expression that I had never seen. "You think I don't see you, Amara? You think I don't know that you’re the only person in this entire, godforsaken house who isn't trying to steal from me?"

“She’d know.” “Naw,” Ice said, his cold blue eyes showing a rare glimpse of humanity. “Let’s fly solo on this one, boys. Let’s get the… musical spinning thingy."

• She reached for my hand, and I let her take it, understanding that this particular vulnerability — admitted fully, without the careful editing I’d practiced for over a decade — felt different from anything I’d allowed myself before. “Perfection protected you once,” she said. “I need you to actually hear that, because I think it’s important. The version of yourself you built after that championship, the Ice Wall, it wasn’t irrational. It was a survival strategy that made sense for a nineteen-year-old with no other tools available to him. But it can’t be allowed to keep running your entire life, Sky. What protected you at nineteen is actively costing you at twenty-eight.” “What did it cost m

It felt like the floor of the car had vanished and I was free-falling into a bottomless crevasse. My physical flinch seemed to pique his dark curiosity. His lips curled into a mocking, razor-thin smirk. "You weren't actually deluding yourself into thinking you’d carry a pup of mine, were you?" I glared at him, my pulse thundering in my ears. "I suggest you take my warning as gospel, Collins. You know what I am on the ice and off it. My actions are always more brutal than my words. Don’t test the limits of my patience if you value your life," Ethan said, before turning his head to stare out at the passing snowdrifts.

Christ you're one heartless human being. " Shut up Nick I don't what one of your stupid lectures right now and whose side are you on? Need I remind you you are my boyfriend not my sister's okay. And you are making it seem like like l said I wanted to kill her,chop her into a thousand pieces and flush her down the toilet jeez. Claudia snorted. Nick stood there completely dumbstruck. Then he said" so you think your sister will just give you everything just like that. " No she will not but I have a plan." Claudia said.

I asked bluntly. Kieran let out a low, humorless chuckle. “You may be called the Queen of Ice,” he said lazily, shoving his hands into his pockets, “but you don’t own the ice. I don’t remember you buying this place.” His words were meant to provoke me. I could hear it in his tone, see it in the slight curve of his lips. I sneered in disgust. “I see you two are still practicing that leech behavior,” I said brightly, flashing a smile I knew would irritate them. “Always showing up where you’re not wanted.”

"I’m the one who stayed behind to bury the trash." He raised his weapon, his finger tightening on the trigger as he stepped back into the fog. The "Ice King" was reclaiming his throne in the frozen heart of the mountain, and he didn't care if his heart exploded, as long as he took the "Masterpiece" down with him.

I needed to stay calm because the last thing I wanted was to be placed on life support like Dominic. “Chairman,” Dew calls. “Why isn’t Ryker answering his phone, and why does yours go straight to voicemail?” “Sir… he’s—” “Shut it! I have told Ryker time and again to quit messing around on ice like some Ice Bear. But he not only refused, he dragged his brother with him to that stupid child’s play.” “Turn that shit off,” I whispered. I was already sweating in my palms. My body was growing hotter.

I couldn't look away. The man staring back at the camera was breathtakingly handsome, his jawline shadowed with dark stubble, his icy gray eyes piercing right through the glossy paper. He wasn't smiling. The media called him the Ice King for a reason he looked untouchable, wrapped in the heavy, expensive armor of the Chicago Blizzard captain's uniform. Aaron stared back at me from the torn magazine page. Older. More successful than the boy I’d once loved. Past memories folded in immediately.