Ice Names Novels & Stories

The kind of still that means everyone has noticed and no one is going to be the first to say so. He pulled up. His skates cut clean. He looked at me with an expression that had been carefully emptied of everything except the surface layer of professional neutrality. Then he skated toward me. Slow, deliberate, unhurried in the way of a man who had decided to make a point and wasn't in any rush because the point would land whenever he chose. He stopped close enough that I could see the exact temperature behind his eyes, which was roughly the same as the ice under my blades.

she said, evaluating us with her predatory look. Alicia has always been a girl who liked the male sex and who didn't hide it when she was interested in someone. She went in search of her "objectives" without any constraint. " I don't need to say that you were always perfect " This time it was Ricardo who spoke.

I should’ve just kept my mouth shut if I knew that he would go that far. “Don’t choose anything, Celestina. He can’t do anything to me; we all have the moon goddess’ protection from above,” Ice said. I bit my lower lip, knowing that Ice wasn’t included in that protection, he’s just a human after all. “What would you do if I didn't choose?” I asked out of pure curiosity.

I couldn't help getting anxious as I defended myself, saying, "It's September, and he set the AC to 50°F. That's not something a normal person would do, okay?" As soon as I said that, Keith shot me a vicious glare. "I've said before that I'm not an ordinary person. I'm the Holy Son of Frost from the heavens. If the room gets warm, I'll melt." I stared at Yara. "You don't actually believe him, do you?"

“Sure, umm, I'm gonna send you the address to your email.” The call ended. She had just agreed to fake a relationship with the most famous hockey star. Was that something she should be happy about? She just hoped she knew what she was doing. A few hours later, Lena found herself standing outside the building Olivia had sent her the address to. It was clearly Noah's private training facility; his face was on a wide billboard that stood at the entrance of the building. She slowly made her way into the building. This time, she met the gazes of everyone who stared at her without looking away.

He brushed past my shoulder, his broad chest knocking against mine as he walked past, toward the locker room doors. As he passed, he lowered his voice to a smooth, mocking murmur. "See you on the ice, my sweetheart." I stood alone in the cold brick hallway, my hands shaking so violently I couldn't even form a proper fist. He was playing with fire. He thought he had me backed into a corner, using public embarrassment to break my focus. He had no idea that all he had done was light the fuse.

A sharp pain shot through my back, but I ignored it, refusing to let it show. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he stepped closer. "I'm just... sad, I guess. I don't want you to leave." His voice softened, tinged with reluctance. "We'll be apart—different universities and all..." I could see where this was heading. Logan's jaw tightened, and I knew it wasn't just about the distance. Riverside's hockey team and Green-Hill's had been fierce rivals for as long as anyone could remember, and the thought of me attending Riverside only added fuel to the fire.

"Oh, whatever. You must stay strong. You're still young, so you shouldn't end your life over that rotten asshat! I haven't even traveled the world with you yet. "Hey, have you seen Rime Ice before? It happens when supercooled water droplets freeze on things. I'll show you! Here are some pictures I took last winter. I haven't even sent them to you yet." She opened her phone's gallery and clicked on a series of pictures to show Josephine. One was a picture taken on a mountain, where a blanket of snow covered everything. There were also frozen icicles hanging from the trees. Everything about it seemed magical and pristine. It was as if one's soul could become purified from being there. The plac

he asked, cutting off my complaint as if he wasn’t the one who brought the topic up in the first place. "I'm craving sweets. Do you want some shaved ice?" I didn’t have to think twice about where to go since my growling stomach already gave the hint. "What is that?" "Oh right, you had never tried shaved ice before. Well, shaved ice is an ice-based dessert made by shaving a block of ice. Then, they coated it with sweet syrup. It can be chocolate syrup or strawberry or something else." "Shaved ice," he repeated." Shaved? Is it the same as what we've been doing once every few days?"

Samuel knew that would be his last sentence. X reached over his back to unsheathe a translucent blade. The color of the blade could only be described as an icicle that had seen dawn’s first light. The uniqueness did not came from its translucency but the material that it was forged from. The Transcending Ice Crystal. It was stronger than any metal alloy that ever existed but harder than a diamond. The Transending Ice Crystal could only be manipulated once, after the process was completed it would never change the shape it took.