Romans & histoires Ice Names

The morning news cycle brought an entirely new vocabulary to the front pages, and the world refused to let the icy staircase image die. On SportsCenter, the analysts weren't dissecting Adrian Hayes’s defensive stats or his icetime percentage; they were zooming in on the pixelated edges of the viral photograph.

“Just your brain being stupid.” But the feelings from the dream wouldn’t leave. The way his lips felt. The way he said my name. It scared me more than any big hit on the ice. I couldn’t like Toby that way. I was Alan Voss. Hockey captain. Going to the NHL. Guys like me didn’t have dreams about other guys. I needed to prove it. To myself and to everyone. The next morning I texted Sarah, one of the girls who had been asking me out for months.

look the color of her eyes, it's different than yours"Clarisse said pointing at a picture Valerie took at the beach zooming in I saw the difference her eye color is brown but mine is black it's not really noticable only people that are close to her would know "see now stop panicking". Clarisse said trying to calm me down "and she's good but she's not better than you" I turn to her when I heard those words asking myself are those supposed to be motivational quotes "girl are you kidding me, she's a fucking pro Clarisse a fucking pro, I can't lose I need to be the best because the best gets sponsors and the best get to keep their career, my whole life depends on this if I'm not a perfect I'm li

River asked with a large smile. "Yes, I don't know where they'd gotten such character from. They talk too much these days." Royal said staring at them with a warning glance. "We learn from the best, from the body we occupy, right?" Dark said and Fire and Green both nodded their large head together in support of what Dark said. "And like Royal had said, my name is Ice." Ice introduces himself. "And please do ignore these three kid wolves words, they sometimes don't act their age." "Wow, ice is the most mature one here." River said as she stared at the wolf who seemed to have a larger head than the other three.

Those two idiots are busy right now talking about my ass and boobs, wishing they can have sex with me. I looked at his face to see any reaction but saw none, did he listen or not? “I did,” He confirmed and I sighed. “It’s embarrassing,” I muttered and bit my lips. Is that the reason why they always greet me with smiles all over their faces? “The ice,” Kingston interrupted my thought. “Oh, okay,” I muttered and opened my palm. Small iceberg appeared and he nodded. “But, is this all you do?” He asked. “Huh? I don’t understand."

The team filed in gradually, some still pulling their shirts over their heads, others carrying water bottles and the particular brand of easy confidence that came with being professional athletes. They ranged in age, the youngest barely twenty, the oldest closer to thirty-five, and every single one of them looked at me with the same polite skepticism. I had expected that. "Alright," I breathed, when the last of them had settled onto the benches. "I'll make this quick because I know you all have ice time after this. My name is Nymeria Kane. I'm your new physical trainer, and yes, Christopher is my brother, and no, that doesn't mean this is going to be easy."

"You didn't have to wait on the street. I was coming up." "I was impatient. And I know how the security guards get around here when they see your truck." "Hop in." Santiago leaned over, catching a quick kiss before pulling into traffic. The second they hit the main road, he reached over and interlaced their fingers. "How was the ice?" Isaac asked. "Hell. Ruiz called us a bunch of two-toed sloths. Told us to wake the fuck up before the Capital Ice Dome turns into our grave tomorrow." "You'll bounce back," Isaac said. "You were just cocky from the road wins."

Ice. His real name was probably something boring, like Kevin, Steve or Donald, but Ice suited him perfectly. He was Lorenzo's second in command, apart from Lorenzo, he was another person who radiated pure, unadulterated menace without saying a word. He was ethereally handsome in a dangerous kind of way, like a fallen angel. Silvery-white hair, so pale it almost glowed, framed a face sculpted from marble. His eyes, the color of a winter storm, held no warmth, no flicker of humanity. A jagged scar bisected his face, running from his left temple to his cheekbone. The moment his gaze landed on me, those grey orbs turned glacial. Typical.

The clubs continued with each bringing something unique to the stage, from the Hoverboard Club, Video Game Club, to the Environmental Club, whose representative spoke with animals. The variety surprised me as there were more clubs than I had initially anticipated. Then, the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived, the Ice Hockey Club. The room turned quiet as they entered. I watched with my mouth slightly agape, a roughly six feet plus male student made his way to the podium. I didn't see him in the booth a while ago, I was sure I wouldn't miss a person with such a big body and powerful aura. His six teammates stood behind him, all with serious expressions.

“I’ll order takeout.” That did it. Zach launched into it immediately, throwing an arm around Jamie's shoulders and starting down the hall. “Okay, basics. Ice is divided into zones—offensive, defensive, neutral. You’ll hear guys yelling about line changes, that’s just rotations. Goalies are weird, don’t take it personally.” Jamie hurried to get his notebook out of his bag, trying to track Zach’s pace and his words at the same time. “And if someone’s taping their stick, don’t talk to them. Ever.”