Icebreaker Book Page 134 Novels & Stories

Kaelen said softly, his voice thick with pride. "And they will have the tools to shape it," Elena replied. She turned from the window to her desk, where a printed copy of the final, expanded edition of *The Momentum Engine* sat waiting. It was more than a book; it was a testament to the journey—from the halls of the Julius School to the corridors of power, from the trauma of the Bloodstone ruins to the creation of the Looms. It was a manual for anyone who dared to turn their ambition into an engine for positive change.

Jack said with a smirk. He was a whole different person, it was almost like they had done this many times before. Did I fall in love with a killer? "Take this." Nash said handing me a knife. I took it without question. I wasn't going to use it but if this person who had Aubrey tried anything then I would maybe use it. "How are you even gonna find her?" Ella asked. "Same way we did you." Johnson answered. I stopped listening and just closed my eyes. They're killers, they're crazy, phsyco and insane. How the fuck did I even get put into this situation.

Behind me, someone whispered, "The Mother sees all." As I fell to my knees, I saw Elias's terrified face. With my fading strength, I pressed the book into his hands. "Page forty-three," I gasped. "The holy pool. Blue fire against black water. Only true mates can... can break..." The world began to darken around me. With my last conscious thought, I reached for the knife still embedded in the floor, pulling it free and pressing it into Amara's hands. "Blood calls to blood," I whispered. "Save your brother."

“I might survive keeping my identity secret. I am not going to survive him.” I bathed in record time and went back praying he had left. He had left. I dressed fast, grabbed my kit, and got out before my luck ran out. I was the last one onto the ice. Merritt looked at me but said nothing — which was its own kind of comment. He ran through the session plan: practice today, friendly match tomorrow, audience, short notice, do the work. I found Ken immediately and took his hand. He looked down at our joined hands. Then at me. Then he smiled slowly. “Why are you holding my hand?”

And it hurt me. I tried to distract myself. I turned on a hockey game in the living room and sat on the couch. The players moved across the ice but I did not really pay attention. My mind kept drifting. I opened a book from my bag and tried to read. I went over the same page four times before I gave up. Nothing stuck. The storage room kept coming back to me. I remembered Noah's face when he finished talking. Not the explaining part. The exhausted look after. Like he had carried something heavy for months and was finally allowed to put it down.

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The coldness of the water which I felt on my feet, now rose all the way to my shoulders. And now, here I was, my breath shortening with each second. My vision started to become blurry as I felt myself hit the bottom of the sea. "I really am dying." Just a few split seconds before I lost consciousness, I faintly saw a hand reaching out to me. The painful, hard times were over for me now — I could finally be free. ... I could hear a faint voice to my left — a female voice, to be exact. "It must be mom's voice. I guess I am dead..." I thought as I brought myself together and bravely opened my eyes.

"Why would she even be here if she isn't meant to? And why would she be with that devil when they are just like fire and ice?' She thought. Her eyes finally stopped when she got the answers to her questions, they were written in bold letters. 'FATE, JUST AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT TWO UNLIKE AND INCOMPATIBLE CREATURES MEET TO FORM AN UNBREAKABLE BOND. SHE IS TORTURED BUT SLOWLY CAPTURES THE HEART OF HER MASTER WHO ISN'T AWARE OF WHEN IT BEGINS. GENTLY HE IS DRAWN TOWARD HER UNKNOWINGLY AND HE MELTS. THEY WALK THROUGH TURBULENT WAYS BUT NEVER LEAVE EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEIR HEARTS ARE BOUND BY THE U UNBREAKABLE CHAIN OF DESTINY.' She closed the book and pinched the space between her eyebrows. This

When he reappeared it was with a ridiculously large book that seemed to contain random sheets of paper tucked between the pages with hand scribbled notes, it wasn’t until Tristan opened the book on a table that I realised the entire book was handwritten. “This was a book kept by my Great, great grandfather, who was Alpha of Blackrock at the same time as the Alpha sisters.” He flicked through the pages before stopping with a small smile of success. “There.” He uttered pointing to a page for me to read. I shifted closer to the table and glanced at the book. The handwritten page was neat and well preserved, but it took me a minute to focus on the words and I stopped to wonder, just for a moment

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.