Icebreaker Hannah Grace Reviews Novels & Stories

my na-name is Hana. Unknown male 5:" hi beautiful, my name is Jim. You?" unknown person 5: "My-my name is Jenna." All of them were mesmerised by their partners. Unknown male 4: "Seems like I have to do the same, then." Caleo: "Yes sir.." Unknown male 4: "Hey, my thick girl? My name is Kai. Kai Schneider. What is your name?" Lana: "My name is Lana!"(yell)

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.

Two Years Later ****** "Together we can make it to the end of the line. Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time! I don't know what to do I'm always in the dark. We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks!" I groan loudly and turn around on my bed to glare at Jasmine. She was over on her bed with her headphones plugged into her ear. She was singing loudly and bobbing her head to the music she was listening to, unaware of the nuisance she was causing.

I love it. I see Liam come back in with Rik right behind him. “You’re Rik.” Grace says, walking over to him. I can see she’s confused about how she knows him. “You must be Grace. It’s nice to finally meet you. I was hoping it would be under better circumstances.” Rik extends his hand to her. After they shake, he looks around. “Liam says you were attacked by hunters.” He sees me and begins to head over. Grace falls into step beside him. “Yes, thirty-eight of them.” She says.

I pursed my lips while Bee stared at me apologetically. "Sorry," Bee mouthed but I merely shook my head as if she was saying it was all right. As the bagel girl retrieved the puck from beneath the post, she quickly passed it to me. Kate must have already anticipated an easy victory. 'He's underestimating me,' I thought. Taking advantage of Kate's underestimation, I took a step back and the people fell in a hush as I finally found myself in front of their goal post. My stick hit the puck in a smooth motion and it soared up above Sophie's shoulder. The arc was perfect and the post shook as the puck hit the net. The crowd who were initially silent, erupted into exclamations of surprise.

Suddenly, I am the tip of the spear. "I’m clear!" I bellow. Mateo answers with a guttural grunt of affirmation. The puck meets my stick. I launch it with every pound of Alpha strength I possess, sending it screaming over the goalie's shoulder and into the back of the net. The final buzzer sounds. 5-6. Victory is ours. The Pacific Ice Arena erupts into a chaotic symphony of triumph. There has never been this level of fervor at a Stormbreakers game. But beyond the professional glory, there is a more primal fire burning. I cannot wait to get my hands on the brilliant strategist who engineered this moment.

How the whole damn arena leans in when he moves. “God, he’s hot,” one of the freshmen behind me sighs. I stiffen. “Don’t drool on me,” I mutter, half under my breath. “Sorry, but have you seen him?” she says. “That hair, that jawline—he’s like hockey’s answer to sin.” I grip my cup of hot chocolate tighter. “He’s also an egomaniac.” “Still sin,” she says cheerfully. Lila laughs beside me, whispering, “You’re glaring holes through the ice, Harp. You sure you don’t want to confess something?”

Hannah said, staring at Grace, admiring her beauty. “Please, get Victor for me, but don't mention that I’m the one asking for him.” Grace said calmly, her lips curled up with smiles. With excitement, Hannah rushed to the elevator, her mind racing, wondering how Victor would react seeing Grace in his house. She took a deep breath to steady herself before knocking on the study door. “Come in,” Jack's tiny voice shouted. Hannah walked in, her lips pressed together, trying hard to hide her smiles. “You have a visitor, sir,” she said, her head lowered.

“Is there any difference from the one you have brought before?” Miriam asked, her voice dangerously calm as she stared at Hannah. The rage that had been simmering just moments ago had been replaced by a cold, calculating stillness. She had placed her wine glass on the table and now sat on a velvet couch, her posture perfect, her eyes fixed on Grace like a predator on its prey.

She was waiting for Victor and yet he didn't know if she still remembered him. Johanna turned to her back, lying flat down while moaning. Then, she suddenly screamed and sat up. Connor quickly approached her and reached her face. "Baby," He called softly as she started sobbing. Two daggers or more were stabbed at the same time on his chest. Hannah Grace had a lot of trauma. She was born and made to be a natural killing machine by her parents. He knew how hard she was trained. One time, when they were celebrating Hannah Grace's birthday, Victor got drunk as he told him directly what happened. He cried in Violet's arms and they were the only ones who celebrated Hannah Grace's birthday. The thr