Ice Skating Romance Books Novels & Stories

"And I'll recommend that the league drop the investigation." "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." Dr. Chen pulled something out of her desk drawer. A book manuscript. Thick. Printed. The cover page read: "Love on Ice: The True Story of Hockey's Most Controversial Couple. By Emily Chen, Ph.D." Damian's blood ran cold. "What is that?" "My book." Dr. Chen set the manuscript on the coffee table. "I've been writing it for six months. Interviews. Research. Analysis. It covers everything—your rivalry, your relationship, the blackmail, the shooting, the wedding."

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Fifteen 🦋 My eye were close shut but after I didn't get any kiss from him, I open my eye and saw him staring at him. "What were you thinking" he use his finger to wipe the ice cream on my lips and lick it before he poke my nose making me squeak. "That hurt" I said rubbing my nose. "You are really dirty minded" he teased and I roll my eye and step away from him angrily. "Don't be mad at me you, weren't actually expecting me to kiss you"a smirk form on his lips and I knew he was playing me.

I whispered, leaning my head against his chest as we glided slowly around the rink. "Just this," Niklaus agreed. He stopped skating and turned me to face him. The white lights of the rink reflected in his dark eyes, making them look like stars. "I spent so long chasing power, Kesley. But standing here with you, I realize I’ve already won everything I ever wanted." He leaned down and kissed me, a slow, sweet kiss that tasted like hot chocolate. Around us, the world kept moving, but on that ice, time stood still.

My hands were under her ass, holding her up on that wide stone railing like I was afraid the city might steal her if I let go. Her arms were looped around my neck, fingers playing with the short hair at my nape, nails scraping just enough to make my cock twitch again. “Cold yet?” I asked against her temple. She shook her head, breath warm on my throat. “You’re a fucking furnace.” I laughed, low, and felt her shiver at the sound. Snowflakes caught in her lashes. I kissed them away one by one, tasting salt and melted ice. “Look at you,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to see her properly.

The night settled quietly over the forests outside Vancouver. Snow drifted lazily through the tall pines, and the frozen lake behind the Thorne cabin reflected the stars like scattered diamonds. Inside the cabin, warm firelight flickered across the wooden walls. For a little while, life felt peaceful again. Finn and Liam had finally fallen asleep after their first real skating adventure. Their tiny skates sat drying near the door, still dusted with lake frost. Alex stood in the kitchen pouring two mugs of tea.

He brushed my hair back from my face, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips with infinite gentleness. “You undo me,” he murmured, stroking my back. “Every time. You make me feel… whole.” I nestled closer, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Good. Because you do the same for me.” Later, as we lounged in the cool villa, Nikolai’s eyes lit up with excitement. “There’s a private skating rink set up near the main villa complex—roller skating under the stars tonight. Would you like to go? I thought it might be fun. Something new together.”

Because the target was a rogue skater who wasn't pressing for an immediate treatment cycle, I had archived the files when my torso expanded in the final weeks. I pulled the parchment charts from the cedar locker and spread them under the lamp. This particular skater’s cellular decay mirrored Isabella Reed's condition with terrifying precision. Now that Isabella's spark had left the territory, a fierce drive took hold of my wolf to mend this remaining line. Curing this rogue wouldn't call Isabella back from the northern lights, but it would balance the scale. I would stack good deeds on the ice, so if the ancestors permit a rebirth, Isabella might claim a body free of frozen blood and failing

But that was just me thinking low of myself. Down on the ice, Alpha Williams didn't care about the crowd or the elders. He looked up at the VIP box, his face covered in sweat, his eyes wild with victory. He saw me. He liked the way I cheered him up so passionately. Without even waiting for the trophy presentation, he skated hard toward the exit, tore off his heavy gloves, and rushed straight up the stairs into my section. Before I could even stand up properly, his large hands gripped my waist. He lifted me right up into the air, spinning me around as if I weighed nothing.

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

“Huh? I don’t understand." “You just open your palm and this ice comes from nowhere, I understand that, but you’ve never done anything with it?” He asked. “Can I do something with this?” I asked. **Writer’s POV** The cafeteria was filled up, everyone was busy eating, it was noisy too. “I wonder how Ice is doing, what if she hasn’t eaten?” Odette sighed. “I don’t think Kingston is as wicked as that,” Perse said. “I just hope so,” Odette said, looking worried.