Icebreaker Online Book Novels & Stories

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

I denied smoothly. He shook his head, turning a page of his book. "Then why were you biting your lip?" My eyes widened slightly. "You're delusional." "Am I?" A smirk formed on his lips, clear disbelief in his tone. I mean... he was right. But there was no way in hell I was going to admit I was actually admiring him. What on earth is wrong with me? "Can't you just focus on your book?" I snapped. "I'm trying to, but you're making it kind of hard to concentrate."

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

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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.

CAPTAIN ~ The rink was cold as hell, the way it always was in the mornings, like the damn ice had its own vendetta against anyone who dared to step onto it. My breath came out in puffs of fog, every inhale sharp enough to sting the inside of my nose. My skates cut through the ice with practiced ease, muscle memory doing all the work while my brain ran on autopilot. Which was a problem. Because I kept missing shots I never missed.

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.

Hiiii. Blue Haze here. When I started this book, I had no clue where it would drag me — or how deep I’d fall with it. The fact that my first step into this chaos found even a shred of success? Still shocking. But none of it would’ve meant anything without every single one of you. The story isn’t over. There will be a Book Two — and no, I still don’t know if Myles is breathing or rotting (but if you’ve made it this far with me😏, you know hope is a dangerous thing).