Ice Names Novels & Stories

For the first time in years, Leka was silent. For the first time in years, I was happy. Just her, me, and a table full of desserts. I never wanted the night to end. And that’s when I heard the thought I wished would never exist. (This iced drink reminds me of the fact that my third name is Ice s—) Ice. My mate is Ice. The Lycan assassin with dark powers. The one the council swore was coming to kill me. The one who left bodies frozen from the inside out.

Chapter 16: New Rival Six months after winning the Stanley Cup and three months after their quiet courthouse wedding, Soren thought life had finally settled into something beautiful. He and JR were the golden couple of the NHL. They played on the same line for the Seattle Storm. The media called them “Ice Husbands.” Sponsors loved them. Their apartment overlooking the water felt like home. Most nights they fell into bed exhausted but happy, still insatiable for each other. But perfection never lasts in professional hockey.

There are a lot of accounts under this name and I created them but as long as you see that logo that's similar to my F******k page and then the pictures of Meeting Mr Ice and my new upcoming book that's the profile. I will be dropping an update there as to when MEETING MR ICE 2 will be out and also when other books will be out. However, before then, a new book will be coming out on the 1st of June, 2023. The title is THE MANIAC SON OF A MAFIA. Pls, stay tuned until then because I promise that you will love this book. It will be very interesting as it's a high school-based one with rows of comic yet meaningful moments.

Ice "What the hell are you up to, Ice? You see, what have you done? What are you going to do now? You're such a tweak douchebag. If you want to join or swim, all you have to do is ask. What is happening to you? Don't you dare lie to me, Ice. I know you have a huge crush on Maxi. But what I don't get is why are you acting like that? Never say that you're trying to be loyal. I know that you have lots of flirts on your phone. You like her yet trying to push her? What the heck, Ice?"

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

Didn’t interrupt. The entire rink seemed to lean toward the words. “The resurfacing,” I continued. “The flooding. The freezing. The layering. Ice isn’t just a surface. It’s built. Layer by layer.” Jaxon understood. I felt it. “She embedded it,” he said quietly. “Yes.” Victor took one step forward and then stopped. “You are assuming a great deal.” “No,” I said again. I moved closer to the ice before anyone could stop me. Jaxon followed instantly.

Maya “Did Leo just punch Hayes?” Chloe’s voice cut through the noise. One second, Northridge was roaring chants, skates, sticks, and the next, silence. “No,” I said, adjusting my camera. “He just ended his career.” Through the viewfinder, everything sharpened to Leo Thorne. Captain, the Ice King, Campus royalty in a navy jersey with a gold “C” like a crown he never took off. He had everything talent, scouts, headlines. People watched him as if he were inevitable.

He had no inkling that a new Alpha had taken over the territory. And Brandon intended to take over much more than just the ice delivery. Ever the silent guardian, Brandon grabbed a fresh glass and poured chilled water over the ice cubes. He kicked off his shoes as he approached the bed, coming up behind Lyon with a single ice cube held between his fingers. "Mm. Thank you," Lyon purred, still staring at the city lights as Brandon reached around him to offer the glass. He sipped with his usual elegance at first, then drank with a visible greed until the glass was empty. "God. That is extraordinary."

“Absolutely genius. I fucking kiss you, man.” “Please don’t.” He tried tugging me away. I moved backward. “Let’s crush those fuckers tonight!!!!” ⸻ The rink smelled like sweat, ice, and raw aggression. My skates cut across the ice, slicing through the cold like my nerves slicing through my skull. The Vipers were cocky, overconfident, loud as hell, thinking this game was theirs for the taking. They didn’t know I was a fucking hurricane in human form tonight.

She walked to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water, but stopped when her phone buzzed on the counter. Her stomach tightened instantly. Unknown number. She hesitated before opening the message. You’re stepping into territory you don’t understand. Last warning. Her pulse spiked. She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. Anger rose faster than fear. She typed quickly. Then explain it. The reply came almost immediately. Ask your Ice King. He knows the rules better than anyone. The message thread disappeared seconds later. Deleted. Her heart pounded against her ribs as she stared at the blank screen.