Ice Skating Books Romance Novels & Stories

I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.

She was lost for words and I could see as she tried to come up with something to say. The set up was simple. I had tried to keep the decoration as simple and romantic as I could. It was basically your typical candlelight dinner just that it was under the moonlight which creating that little extra effect. The sky was lit beautifully with little twinkling stars and the sound of sea weaves crashing together on the little distance ahead of us made everything even more perfect. The second I saw this rooftop area I immediately understood why it was considered special and why it was called Isola dell'amore. It had that love and romantic atmosphere about it.

"I’d rather have a secret with you than a perfect life with anyone else. I love you too, very much." Jax smiled, a small, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "You're becoming a romantic, Simpson. It’s a bad look for a captain." "Shut up," I muttered, pulling him back down for another kiss. We spent the rest of the night talking. Jax told me about the rink back home where he learned to skate. It was a frozen pond that his dad had to clear with a shovel every morning. I told him about the first time I held a hockey stick and how I used to sleep with my skates on when I was six.

“hey i had my share of those before you even flew back home.” “fuck off, i should make Xaden fly out and feel Evan’s wrath. It'd be good for him.” Andre’s brows wiggle as he smirks “I'm sure you’re only thinking of that for the sake of training.” “of course.” Daniel stands and stretches to prepare to go out on the ice. Shooting off a cheeky wink as he skates backwards, "Innocent intentions only, what kind of team captain do you take me for?” Andre rolls his eyes and prepares himself for his thirty minutes to be up.

No. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You did not let me finish." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "The answer is still no." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I sit on the edge of her bed and look at her directly, which she hates, because Silver Preston is deeply uncomfortable with being looked at by anyone who is not judging her on technical merit. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You limp every morning," I say. "You have not been to the rink since you snuck into Ingalls three weeks ago. You deflect every time anyone mentions skating with the specific energy of someone who is terrified of the answer they might get."

Just the two of them gliding across the frozen lake as the sun dipped lower, turning the sky into streaks of pink and gold. Jax took off backward first, that effortless grace on full display, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Come on, star center,” he called, voice carrying across the ice. “Show me what you’ve got.” Ryder grinned and gave chase, blades cutting clean, sharp lines. Jax was fast, but Ryder caught up quickly, shoulder-checking him lightly as they skated side by side. Jax laughed low and reached out, grabbing Ryder’s hand to spin him once before pulling him close. “Look at you,” he murmured, arm sliding around Ryder’s waist as they glided together. “All mine tonight.”

“That’s because it is.” I pressed my forehead against his. Our noses touching. Breathing the same air. “We could both be doing what we love,” I said. “At the same time. In the same direction. You on ice. Me on the page. It doesn’t have to be one or the other.” “You really believe that?” “I believe the girl who writes at midnight and the boy who skates like the ice was invented for him are allowed to have both. I believe we’ve earned that.” He kissed me. Soft. Just his lips on mine, no urgency, no hunger. A seal on something. A promise made with mouths instead of words because words were what other people used and we’d always been better at the languages that didn’t require them.

Me screaming for help, for someone to call an ambulance. And Pierce, skating right past me. Not stopping. Not helping. Just scooping Madison into his arms and carrying her off the ice like she was the one who needed saving. Like I didn't even exist. My hands clenched into fists in my lap. "Scarlett?" Pierce's voice sounded far away. "What do you think? Want to hit the ice sometime this week?" "No." The word came out harsher than I intended. Pierce glanced at me, surprised. "No? But you love skating. It's your whole life."

his assistant says as she finishes tying up the laces of some black skates she happened to find. Tentatively, I take to the ice it’s been a hot while and I feel a bit rusty, not to mention my shaky legs like a newborn colt. The air is cold and makes me shiver, I can see my breath as I exhale. His ice blue eyes hold my gaze as I make my way over to him.

My hand trembled violently as I pushed the door open just a few inches wider. The dim light inside the private room revealed two figures against the plush leather couch. A gorgeous blonde model—one of the puck bunnies who frequently hung around the arena—was draped over Roman’s lap, her hands tangled in his dark hair. And Roman... Roman had his hands gripped tightly on her waist, his head tilted back against the couch, his lips pressed hard against hers in a messy, aggressive make-out session. A sudden, violent explosion of pain ripped through my chest. “Three! Two! One! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”