Ice Names Novels & Stories

Elise chuckled as the icicle with a ten meter circumference dropped. One of the men under the girl's command followed her gaze looking up. !! Only to find it inches from his head. SMASH! "AAAAH! AAAH! MY LEG!" The icicle explode as it connected with the rock flooring sending pieces of both itself and the unfortunate man who had been underneath it flying in every direction. Another person who had been standing close to him had tried diving away from the giant piece of ice, but his leg had still been caught underneath the massive falling icicle and was pulverized beyond use.

Isabella slapped a hand to her mouth when we had a scuffle as clear as day from where Eric was hiding. She had been right after all. Interesting. “Well, I guess we will have to go on our own, Mr Cross. I will have you know that my favorite ice cream flavor is Vanilla so I will…” Before she could even finish her statement, Eric climbed out from his hiding place. “Me too. I love Vanilla… please take me with you.” “Eric” Isabella turned to him, total shock in her eyes. “I did not see you there.” She was a very convincing actress.

There was only one word for him, heavenly. "Good morning president Cooper," he said in his seductive British accent and kissed the top of her hand. "My name is Nickolas Michelson." "You're welcome Mr Michelson please take a sit. How can I help you sir?" Miranda asked. " Thank you and please just call me Nick the formalities make me feel unwelcome. And am actually here to help us both, I want to invest in your company president." He said .

“I heard the Jonas hockey team is sharing ice with you guys now. Their rink’s under maintenance, right? That must be throwing off everyone’s rhythm.” Elias nodded, sliding onto one of the barstools at the island. He accepted the plate Dave passed him, the food looking as perfectly plated as always. “Yeah. They’re loud, aggressive, and apparently one of them has a personal vendetta against figure skaters breathing the same air. Called me princess, made fun of my birthmark, threw around every tired slur in the book. It was… whatever. Elara shut it down before it turned into an actual fight.”

I said, struggling to pronounce the word. She laughed. “Il Re del Ghiaccio is his nickname. It means the Ice King. His real name is Niccolo Romano.” My heart skipped in excitement. Finally! I had learnt Handsome’s name. “What does he do?” I asked trying to hide my excitment. “He is the vice president of PRESCO, his dad is the president. Haven’t you heard of the Romano’s?” She continued “You must have if you are from Massachusetts. PRESCO has a large headquarter there.”

She smiles "I think that look on your face was the exact look I had on my face when I first saw my pregnant friend sucking on ice. When I asked her why she explained to me that pregnant women who have trouble keeping food, or even water, down can find solace in ice cubes. Ice does not have any odor and can be digested easily, unlike other nausea-causing foods. She told me that the queasy, early morning feeling has been known to ease just by crunching on ice."

Getting in the cave ,which was freezing,Seth put his hand on the scan and cave opened the last doorway "take the girls to the dungeon "he ordered "Yes sir"Alex said Seth made his way to ICE 's office door, gulped and knocked with shaking hands because of who is in the office, " COME IN"said the coldest voice inside,he got in and drop on his knees "REPORT" The owner of the cold voice belonged to a man known as ICE. There was a story behind that name,no one knew his real name except their boss who happened to be his uncle,..he was ruthless , fearless, heartless, never smiled or laughed,or joke around,he was hot tempered

His breath was warm, sour with alcohol, and too close. I gritted my teeth, swallowing the scream that threatened to rip out of me. My hand gripped the tumbler so tightly I was afraid it might shatter too. Not that it mattered. I had nothing left to break. "Tomorrow," George continued, his voice low and venomous, "the names on the list go to the NHL. Guess who won’t be on it?" Laughter bubbled up from his goons behind him. They were always there, like a second shadow ready to back him up, no matter what.

“Tell Dad, if he comes home that I am out in the pubs and tell him to not bother, I might hang with the pups tonight.” Ice Somber, is nineteen years old and devilishly handsome. He is an eye candy for his age, with dark hair and eyes that was as blue as the Caspian sea. However, he is a pain in the a** for his father. Standing five foot and eight inches, Ice is one of the local stars in the country. Not because he belonged to a very prominent family or a strong pack. He was a star in his own right. He races cars and dates celebrities and models as often as he changes his clothes and to top that off, he looks really good, rugged and smoldering hot. Suffice to say, he was ladies’ man and he wa

Before the date of the pack visit, Ice has returned. He could already tell something happened between them. It’s just a hint of awkwardness but he managed to pick it up just fine. He knew the two of them well enough to distinguish their odd behavior. Ice has no wolf, therefore no mate. He never joined these pack visits, but he reminded Clyde again. He hasn’t asked yet what happened while he was gone, so what he said was pretty much a general warning for his brother; he reminded him not to overdo anything.