Ice Names の小説・ストーリー

***** Grant tightened his robe, “My, this is so cold. I almost missed the humid weather on South Island.” “Stop complaining, Grant. You are the one who want to visit this place.” Kaleela said when they already arrived at the Icicle. Her hand holding into a brochure. “Let's see what is our niece do.” “But, I should wear another robe.” Both of them entered the entrance. They were shocked when three snowmen greet them. All of them look almost identical. Nose made by carrot, wooden stick as leg and arms, and black pebble as their eyes. The only thing that make them look different are the color of the scarf they wore.

They all stopped and looked at the huge blue ice block in the air and the two people on it. The four of them knew very well what was hidden in the blue ice cube. It was the Ice Soul Excalibur, one of the treasures of the Iridescent Sect! It was also something that must not be stolen by outsiders because it was not just a treasure, but it was also… Of the two people on the ice, one of them was wearing a mask, so they could not see his face clearly and did not know who it was. As for the other woman, anyone who was a disciple of the Iridescent Sect knew her.

The excited one ran into the counter when he saw medium-sized cups of ice cream peaking out of the plastic bag. There are 5 different flavors: Coffee for Magnus, Cookies 'n Cream for Hail, Vanilla Caramel for Claude, Strawberry for Silas, and Mint Chocolate for Saint. The five of them have different preferences in ice creams. But one thing unites them: all of them, except Saint, hates mint chocolate. That's why Saint can enjoy his ice cream alone even if it sit on the fridge for a very long time. "We got some really good news from the ministry that why we bought us some snacks to chill," Claude started, looking fondly at their younger brothers whose eyes are gleaming in happiness.

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.

Lydia's jewelry design exhibition was held as scheduled. Vince not only bought her the most luxurious exhibition hall in Los Angeles as the venue, but also spent a lot of money to ship an iceberg from Antarctica. An iceberg is a very demanding thing in terms of temperature. If the temperature is too high, it will melt and crack, easily breaking into several pieces. Vince did not want to use a patchwork iceberg; he wanted to decorate Lydia's exhibition hall with a huge, complete iceberg.

We are a different person when it comes to these decisions. “Mom, would you buy me a shake later?” Iris gently squeezes my hand to demand a reward after our long silence. She was referring to the ice scramble that sort of like a fruity shake with chocolate syrup. Iris calls it shake because of the flavor. If Luke's favorite back then is ice cream, this one is Iris's favorite. They both like cold and sweet desserts. Probably because of the place where we are living right now. It was famous. “All right, Iris. Just don't overeat because you might develop tonsilitis.”

But this time, the enemy is closer than they ever imagined. ~~~~~~~~ One last request: If Ice in His Veins touched you, please take a moment to leave a review right here on GoodNovel. It helps other readers find their way to this story. It also means the world to an author who puts her whole heart on the page, often late at night, with nothing but coffee and stubborn hope. Your words matter more than you know. Remember… the stars remember… always. With love, Rose Mary ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

His eyes were already searching for the only person he came to the Hillary campus for. The moment he found him, his name slipped from his mouth like a quiet promise. “Noa.” His gaze locked onto the one thing that always gave him away. The bold letter C represents Captain, which was stitched proudly onto the chest of his jersey. Even from across the rink, he stood out effortlessly. He moved across the ice with calm precision, every stride smooth and controlled. His turns were sharp, his stops clean. When he passed the puck, it traveled exactly where it needed to go without hesitation.

Omar had been explicit about his hatred towards my kind, but part of me hoped he would see through that judgmental fog and become the kind, caring Omar I met. "Beatrice, more ice." Persephone extended her ruby-engraved chalice, waving in a gentle upward motion. I clench my jaw at my new Ice machine status. She used me as her cooling device, forcing me to use my power at every frivolous opportunity. "Yes, your majesty." I pause my palm-leaf fanning momentarily to wave a hand over her glass, forming little clumps of ice.

His friends couldn’t do anything but stand their sulking. Demi and Victoria headed back towards the road. Victoria really wanted something cold. “Hey what about a snowball?” Victoria looked at her puzzled. “Don’t you mean shaved ice?” “No, I mean snowball. When they place it in a cone it looks like a snowball with syrup all over it.” “That’s shaved ice.” “Tomato, tomahto. Same thing.” “It is not.” “The hell it ain’t. I wont ever not call it that.” “I don’t know whether to call you country or just call you weird.”