Icebreaker Hannah Grace Reviews Novels & Stories

are you seeing this " I said frustrated, all my efforts and down the fucking drain, I lost to losers that didn't even know how to skate " look Ari, we'll get them next time " Clarisse said patting my shoulder, I shrug it off, first I needed to go to the internet, snatching my phone off Clarisse hands, I move to the Canada figure skating platform, the results were there, pasted for the whole state of celebrate, it wasn't my ears, it actually happened, scrolling down the comments the people are disappointed, which warms my heart a little bit, I click the competition score record there I saw my name on fourth place, Arianna Johnson 207.9 , my eyes widen, my heart stomps, pounding like it wanted

"Now you smell like what you are. A piece of trash. A dirty, lying little rat." "Please," I sobbed, the dirty water stinging my eyes. "Daniel, please." "Please what?" Grace asked, leaning down so her face was level with mine. She smelled like expensive lotion, a sharp contrast to the stench of the mop water. "You thought you were going to take us down? You thought your little boyfriend was going to wake up and save you? He doesn't even know you're alive, Hannah. You’re nothing but a memory he’s already deleted."

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.

I don't know what she has done to me, but I know that I have never felt this way before. I have become addicted to her laugh, her smile, the way she teases me and I'm always getting pulled in by her captivating brown eyes. I love the way they sparkle when she laughs or get excited. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever met and I constantly find myself wanting to please her.

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.

she shakily said. "Have you played Ice Hockey before?" I casually asked. Bee shook her head. "No. I'm not good at any sports." "Well, you were pretty good for a first-timer," I complimented. "You were better than me, that's what I'll say." A smile emerged on her face. "Bee, right?" I asked as I didn't want to get her name wrong. "Yeah," Bee answered and smiled. "You were cool, Bee," I briefly commended.

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.