روايات وقصص ضمن Ice Names

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.”

I was already on my feet, screaming so loud my throat burns with a sign in my hands, viberating. It had the inscription #BLACK ICE BELONGS TO US# in cracked red marker. Three months of being an intern here, I gave him my plays, my nights. My 3AM film breakdowns, mostly breakdown on captain Rhys defense, his rival team. “Trust the delay, Captain. Then burn them.” "Hit the delay, Kane. He drops his shoulder. Every time.” He did and we won. Jax rose the cup high up, for the cameras and I felt it was to me.

“hey i had my share of those before you even flew back home.” “fuck off, i should make Xaden fly out and feel Evan’s wrath. It'd be good for him.” Andre’s brows wiggle as he smirks “I'm sure you’re only thinking of that for the sake of training.” “of course.” Daniel stands and stretches to prepare to go out on the ice. Shooting off a cheeky wink as he skates backwards, "Innocent intentions only, what kind of team captain do you take me for?” Andre rolls his eyes and prepares himself for his thirty minutes to be up.

Ice. He came up to the room after I called him, telling him to come up to me. "Sofia what is it? I swear to god, if you want me to paint your toenails again, I'm not doing it" Ice raised his voice after bursting into the room. "I need to talk to you about something" I spoke gently, showing him my puppy dog eyes. "Oh no, are you pregnant" Ice gasped, all the colour draining out of his face, leaving it a whitish colour.

Ice demanded, her emotions boiling over. "I want…"

Isabella exclaimed putting her hand on her chest sighing dramatically. Iris chuckled at her. Isabella again went back to her excited behaviour and started dragging Ace with her. She reached.at the counter gazing in the glass counter filled with different types of ice-cream flavours curiously not knowing which one to order even her favourite one was chocolate but after watching so many flavours together she got distracted. "Um which one should I take?" she said confusedly by placing her finger on her chin making the trio chuckle at her. She pouted cutely at them.

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.

We were right on the edge of the endgame when my heat-cycle hit out of nowhere! I was genuinely stunned. Collins: [Aren't you skating on thin ice? That's moving incredibly fast!] Isabella: [We had way too much spiked cider last night... Ugh! You should’ve seen his face when the scent changed... He looked like he’d been hit by a puck, but he actually went out and found me some suppressants.] Collins: [Don't they keep those in the hotel kits?] Isabella: [...We were at his private den. I might be dating him to unmask his secrets, but I still have to ensure the guy knows how to handle an Alpha in the bedroom!]