Icebreaker Hannah Grace Reviews Novels & Stories

Suddenly, Liam slammed on the brakes, and the car skidded to a stop. "What's wrong?" Stacy asked, her voice laced with alarm. Liam's face was grim as he got out of the car, Stacy following close behind. Isabelle's heart began to race as she realized something was seriously wrong. She got out of the car, her eyes fixed on the horizon. And then she saw it. The horrifying view that made her scream along with her friends. Isabelle screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes fixed on the gruesome scene before her. Stacy and Liam also screamed in unison, their voices echoing through the desolate night. The car's headlights illuminated the horror, making it impossible to ignore.

“When he sees how much I’ve suffered, he’ll buy me a new bag, jewelry, and maybe even take me on a trip to make it up to me.” But Hannah’s lips tightened. Her expression was unreadable, but her thoughts were ice cold: "Liam was only interested in your face. Do you really think he’ll still care when you look like this?" Grace whimpered, tears welling in her eyes. But when they spilled down her cheeks, the inflamed skin burned so badly that she gasped in pain. “It must’ve been her… it had to be them!” Grace hissed, her voice trembling with fury. “Who?” Hannah asked calmly.

_It's more refreshing if the air you breathe is the air that makes you live._ Grace Maninnhattan. Ever since hearing the insult from Mr. Emeron's son, Grace has been grieving until the night. A call to enjoy dinner, only she agreed without going to her mother who was waiting outside.

One particularly deep, curling lick of Hannah’s tongue snapped it. Grace screamed. Her body convulsed against the window, a shockwave of release tearing through her. Hannah held her through it, her mouth staying locked on Grace’s clit, softening her motions to long, soothing licks that gentled the violent peak into a shimmering, endless aftershock.

*** "To the bone!?" Grace exclaimed, unable to contain her laughter at Noah's remark. "This son of a bitch," she thought to herself, chuckling. "Hey, I'm glad you find it funny," Noah said, his tone lightening up. "But seriously, Grace, I'm just trying to break the ice here. Can we please have a real conversation?" Grace rolled her eyes playfully. "Fine, Mr. Ice Breaker. Shoot." With a grin, Noah leaned forward. "So, tell me, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?"

The locker room buzzed with excitement after the Hillary team's emphatic victory. Laughter echoed through the corridors as the players filed out of the rink, still riding the adrenaline of the match. "That was insane!" "We absolutely destroyed them!" "Leon, that last goal was a masterpiece!" Leon smiled at the compliments, exchanging high-fives with his teammates as they made their way down the passage leading out of the arena. The moment he stepped through the exit, Sabastian came charging toward him.

There were no boos this time, just sighs of exasperation. And so, he began to call out names, one after the other. With every group he called, there were either screeches of celebration or groans of disappointment. Jade was paired with Eros and a girl named Grace, her huge glasses reminding me of the doctor’s warnings about my own spiral into blindness if I kept rejecting glasses.

“They’re human consciousness fragments… preserved.” Adanna stepped closer. “No, they’re messages. Echoes left behind.” She activated her wrist console and projected the first decrypted stream. A woman’s voice filled the chamber soft, intelligent, heartbreakingly familiar. “If you’re hearing this, it means the system still breathes. My name is Grace Elora Vance. We built Eden to protect love — and they turned it into a weapon. If you’re still fighting… don’t let them rewrite what it means to be human.”

And under my eyes, deep bruised shadows painted the kind of exhaustion that sleep couldn’t fix. But still... I still looked kind of hot. In a wrecked, haunted, I’ve-seen-some-shit kind of way. Like I belonged in some gritty black-and-white editorial about broken lovers and cigarette ash. Whatever. I’d take the small wins. I ran a hand through my hair, stretched, and was just about to stand up and head for the shower when my phone dinged. A single notification. Low battery... and a post from OnlyFans. My stomach twisted before I even saw the username.

My cheeks burn from the cold and from something else I don't want to name - something that feels suspiciously like joy. The sound of my own laughter keeps echoing in my head like music I can't quite shake. Unguarded, messy, real in a way that feels both terrifying and addictive. I haven't laughed like that in years, maybe ever. The realization sits heavy in my chest, a mixture of wonder and grief for all the moments I've missed while chasing perfection on ice. And then there's the memory of Eli's grin.