Ice Skating Dreams Novels & Stories

Or else I am doom. After getting ready.. I went for ice skating... Dad didn't came.. This time we didn't force him.. Because he is not good at skating... Me and Elina went inside.. First we both skating by holding our hands.. Later she left my hand.. And we were skating in our own way... While Skating I saw Jack Wilson again.. He was teaching one small kid... May be that kid is four or five years.. He saw me and said something to that kid.. Then they both came towards me...

My heart did something embarrassing and unhelpful. I nodded and kept moving and reminded myself firmly that I was Noah Carter and Noah Carter did not have feelings about Liam Brooks. ++++++ The whistle blew and the game began and I was not there. My body was on the ice. My skates were moving. But my mind was somewhere else entirely, circling the same thought on a loop like a skate cutting the same groove deeper and deeper into the ice. What if the dream comes true. What if I moved wrong? What if my helmet shifted? What if the strap gave at the exact wrong second and the lights found me and the silence fell over the arena like a blanket and everyone saw

I smiled, "enjoy your soup Alex" "you're lucky I'm done bro, that was my favorite soup" I pull my phone out of my pocket and type search Kiss skaters "hmmm"I said to my self I make a few swipes and switch to the boy team " yoo the finals to the nationals is tomorrow man and I heard we're up against is it Kiss ice academy or something " Alex said lighting a cigar "they're up against us Alex know the difference" I said trying to ignore the fact that he's smoking few minutes to rehearsals " yh whatever man, you know what I heard yeah, one of the females skaters yeah is drop dead gorgeous and she's like really good skater" Alex said dragging and puffing literal weed on my face " what about the m

A shadow falls over my left flank, a dark, rich scent of pine and absolute authority hitting my senses a millisecond before the heavy impact of a massive body aligns perfectly with mine. Kai doesn't slow his stride, his skates cutting a deep, aggressive groove into the ice as he hooks his stick horizontally against my hip, checking my momentum just enough to force my spine back against his solid chest. "Your focus is drifting from the perimeter, Prince," his gravelly frequency rumbles against the shell of my ear, his breath hot in the freezing air of the arena.

"I’ve got my skates. I can lead it." "You’ve got a broken leg, Maya!" Julian grabbed her shoulders. "You’ll fall. You’ll die." "If I don’t, three hundred kids die," she said, locking eyes with him. "I’m a figure skater. I know how to make an audience watch me." The boat rammed into solid ice by the docks. Maya didn’t wait. She used the hull to pull herself up, skates biting the ice with a sharp snick. She hopped onto the slick, slushy ice. It was slippery as hell.

The heat climbed my spine and settled right in the center of the bruise he’d left, yet I refused to look up at him because I was focused on the laces of my skates, pulling them with enough force to snap the cord. "I’m not hiding anything," I bit out, my voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. "I’m cold. It’s a rink, Rossi. People get cold."

And Pierce either not noticing or, worse, agreeing with her while trying to frame it as "constructive criticism." How had I been so blind? "We should go back," Pierce said, pulling me from my thoughts. "To the high school, I mean. They rebuilt the rink last year. We could skate together again, like old times." His voice was soft, hopeful. Like he genuinely thought a trip down memory lane would fix everything. I closed my eyes, but instead of sweet high school memories, I saw something else. A different memory. One from my past life. The ice beneath me, cold and unforgiving. My leg twisted at an impossible angle, pain shooting through my entire body. Me screaming for help, for someone to call

“Alright, boys, line drills! Move like your life depends on it!” Mark shot Atlan a grin as he skated past. “Hope you can keep up, Philly.” Atlan smirked, settling into position. “Hope you don’t choke, Mark.” Greg, tall and broad-shouldered, let out a laugh. “Easy, kids. We don’t need claws out yet.” The whistle blew. Atlan launched forward, his skates digging in as he tore down the ice. His muscles screamed, but he powered through, pushing harder, faster. Bryan’s sharp eyes never left him, measuring, testing.

I put the earphones on both of my ears and hit the play button on my phone. I entered the rink and started gliding, through the music that have been playing through the earphones. I close my eyes and I immediately pictured my mother, skating beside me. My mother is the one who taught me how to ice skate. Eleanor I'm here outside the ice skating rink, watching Hestia ice skate gracefully. She's skating gracefully, Hestia is leaping, Turning, and spinning gracefully against the ice. She occupied the whole ice rink, and I noticed that as she Skates, her eyes were closed I saw a tear fall from Hestia's closed eye, but I can see that she is smiling, she's reminiscing something.

SETHS POV. The ice cracked under my blades like bone. The sound, the weight of the stick in my hands, the thud of bodies against the boards—God, it was all fire. I skated like I wanted to disappear into the fucking game. Like if I moved fast enough, if I kept the puck near me long enough, it’d all burn away—the nightmares, the calls that never came, the silence from the one person I’d once said I’d kill for.