Novel & Cerita Icebreaker Age Rating

you know the fact that people love you on that stupid ice doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, who the fuck do you think you are huh" I don't say a word " I'm going to kill you today, since you want to join that little rat so bad" he picks me up and throws me to the other side of the room, my back shatters when it hits the walls, then he runs over and kicks me on the ribs, hard, over and over and over again, wincing and praying silently in pain, I slowly feel numb, like I'm going to die, blood on my mouth it feels like I'm slowly suffocating, after a few more stumps he turns to leave with my last breath I hold his leg tight, I have been recording the whole thing live on the CN page, ev

Adrian asked, his hands pausing on his laces. "Let me see your left foot." Ethan gently gripped the toe of Adrian's boot, tilting it toward the harsh fluorescent light. He pointed to the structural seam. "Look at this. The locking mechanism is completely loose. If you take a hard turn on the ice, this blade is going to snap right out of the holder." Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He reached down and gave the steel runner a firm tug. With a sickening click, the blade wobbled loosely in his hand. If he had stepped onto the ice, his ankle would have snapped the moment he crossed the blue line.

I looked like a cartoon character after an explosion. “Fantastic ,” I muttered, rubbing my face. “Exactly the vibe for a potential criminal investigation.” I tried to remember if I’d left any bottles of water in the fridge. Maybe I could at least splash my face or wipe myself down like a war-time soldier. I shuffled out into the kitchenette and rummaged through the small fridge. Success. One half-empty bottle of water wedged behind a jar of expired pickles. It was lukewarm and probably older than it should be, but it would do.

This is about someone finally learning that you don’t get to treat people like they’re disposable. I pull my phone out. Scroll. Stop. Stare at a name for a long moment. This is… probably a bad idea. Which usually means it’s exactly the right one. I open the message thread and type: We need to talk. I delete it. Too vague. Type again: Are you free tomorrow? Delete that too. I don’t want polite. I want honest. I want warning. I finally type: I’m about to blow up the calm with the Ice Gods. Need your brain.

“We’re guys. Locker rooms are like this. You can talk to me while I clean up. Tell me how your day went.” Toby shifted on his feet. The steam made his hair stick to his forehead. “It was normal. Cleaning. Lots of floors.” He paused, then added quieter, “Watching you play was the best part.” Those words made me smile under the water. “Yeah? What did you like?” “You move so fast,” he said. “And when you hit the puck, it’s loud. Powerful. Like you’re not afraid of anything.” His voice got a little stronger as he talked.

Leanor walked past Erica and opened the door, Liam quickly left the door when he saw the door knob turned. Leanor didn't walk to her office, but to the bathroom. Tears streamed down her eyes as she could not stop it from falling. She was the victim, why was she still suffering? After crying, her eyes were swollen, she didn't want her son to see her crying so she splashed water on her face. She did not know Liam was behind her and had seen her crying and also witnessed Erica bullying her. "Mommy must be angry!" he thought quietly as his eyes welled up in tears.

“Why are you all this slow and this dumb about that?” The smile dropped. Behind him, Kai’s expression shifted not amusement this time. Something sharper. “Slow and dumb,” Kai repeated. He tilted his head slightly, the way he did when he was deciding something. “Interesting. Why don’t we settle it then? On the ice.” His eyes moved to my group and back to me. “Whoever loses cleans the winner’s locker room. Skates included.” I didn’t want to say yes. Every practical part of my brain was already running the numbers. My players were tired, undertrained, nowhere near match ready. I knew what the scoreboard was going to look like.

I’d bet his father bought him his spot on the team. Yes, he was good in the last match, which was the first Blizzard Breakers had won against the Whales. It could just be luck—no one rich could be *that* good. Not when they knew they could just buy their way in. Twenty minutes into training, I scratched my prior thoughts. Okay, he was good. *More than good,* you mean, my brain taunted. Still, it wasn't fair. And I was going to give a thousand water bottles just to get my position back.

Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. " Lana:" Then, don't leave me! " ( sad eyes ) Kai Schneider:" Haha … Fine, I promise that I, Kai Schneider, would never leave Lana. We are gonna be together forever and ever." End of the flashback of Lana. Kai Schneider:" If I know that you would leave me like that? I would never break my promise to someone like Ada. Maybe we could have a few more kids together? Ike would have his younger brother and sister. Hahaha "

I didn't bother responding, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor. "A black belt in taekwondo? That's impressive. You went to a strict all-girls academy, yet you pick up martial arts?" I couldn't help a faint smile from breaking through. My mother had enrolled me in taekwondo when I was five. Thanks to her, I knew exactly how to put bullies in their place growing up. "And your grades are quite solid. High enough to easily qualify for our academic track. Good," she continued. I really hope she doesn't read to the end of that file.