روايات وقصص ضمن 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

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."

Although, he might already have forgotten her. "Second is the known Ice Queen, Miss Ice. She was a powerful ice user magician and had high proficiency in casting magic. She is a mysterious girl who appeared and disappeared without anyone knowing where she went or goes." The elder paused for a moment and gulped some saliva to wet her drying throat.

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."

I didn’t ask what that meant, not that I even care. Furious, I turned away, grabbing my stick and skates before heading back onto the ice. If I stayed there any longer, I would end up saying something I can’t take back. *** “Mercer!” Travis's voice cut through the rink like a blade. “Mercer!” He called again and I blinked, snapping out of whatever mess my head was stuck in. “Yeah?” “What the hell was that?” he barked, skating toward me. “You call that a pass?”

"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."