Icebreaker Book Age Rating Novels & Stories

Leonor woke up one morning to discover that her life had been destroyed. She had been drugged and abused, and while she struggled to understand what had happened, her husband, Lawson, filed for divorce. As part of the settlement, he managed to claim 25% of the shares that had belonged to Leonor’s father. Then, he cast her out of his life. But the worst betrayal was yet to come. Then, Leonor discovered she was pregnant. Four years later, Leonor returns to the city as a completely different woman. Now the designer in a small company, she is assigned to design the wedding ring for Lawson her ex husband wedding anniversary. Leonor thought she could face her past without lookin

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I could feel it like a hand pressed between my shoulder blades. +++++ Practice started at six in the morning. The rink was already bright and hard and cold when we stepped onto the ice. Twenty two boys and me. Everyone's breath came out in white clouds. Skates scraped and cut as people warmed up and I pulled my helmet down low and let the cold settle into my skin.

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

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.

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.

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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.

It looked like it was practically built for students to sneak out. I was just about to jump down to the other side when his voice called out once more. "Hey, rule breaker!" I glanced back over my shoulder. "What?" "Who are you?" I let a slow smirk spread across my face before giving him my answer. "Andriette."

He unlocked it. It was from Elias. “You have until tomorrow morning. Don’t forget, I’m the one who is handling your signing into the BIH Club.” Max’s fingers curled slightly as he read on. “And your captain? Noa? He’s a very good defender too. So decide fast. “Damn it…” Max muttered under his breath. His stomach tightened. He shoved the phone into his pocket. “What the fuck should I do about this?” He squatted, his thoughts spiralling. “Losing is bad but losing just once isn't that bad.” He told himself.