Novel & Cerita Ice Names

Evy attempted to smile at the insult. “Yes. Fundamentally speaking, ice is made from water which temperature had turned low for it to turn to solid. Either if it is fixed or dependent, there are still two things you’re doing at once. That’s why they’re intricate. You use more or less essence if you have to shape it. That’s why it is dependent. It takes at least a higher level of control for even one to begin shaping things from anything－ be it ice or earth.”

Chris groaned a little and moved his head craning his neck. "Right, sorry. Good Morning." He said. "Hn. Morning." Isabelle breathed out standing up. "I'll go shower or something." She said running up the stairs. Chris nodded missing her reddened face. He looked at the ice cubes that had melted into water. He sighed and carried it to the kitchen pouring the water away. He poured new water into the square-shaped part of the white stuff (This thing is in my refrigerator but I don't know the name. Either way, it's a kind of rectangle with little squares on two rows, Six in each row, twelve in total.)

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."

Practice later that morning was its own special kind of hell. The arena buzzed with the energy of the new season. Skates carved sharp lines into the fresh ice as the team ran drills. Elias skated up beside Soren during warm-ups, effortless and graceful, his blond hair catching the overhead lights. He kept his voice low, meant only for Soren’s ears. “Soren… about the other night in Chicago,” Elias started, his Finnish accent soft and sincere. “I can’t stop thinking about it.” “Not here,” Soren hissed, his eyes darting across the ice to where JR was watching from the bench, hip braced and expression unreadable. “Not anywhere. It was a mistake. Too much alcohol and too much venting. Forget it e

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?"

Tugon naman nito na nakakaloko. "May ice ba tayo? Baka mamula nang mamula pisngi niyan eh." Saad ko. "Meron yata, wait." Sagot ni Lord Niccolo sabay nagtungo sa kusina, pagbalik niya'y may dala na siyang towel na may ice cubes sa loob, bumakat kasi ang shape nito sa towel.

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.

She will not survive out there with her innocence still intact' Luca thought. Luca is always a cold man. He is called the Ice King in the mafia for a reason. People will freeze or shiver when they see him coming. His face is as emotionless and cold as an iceberg. The depth of the iceberg cannot be seen, neither the depth of his mind and thoughts.

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.