Novel & Cerita Icebreaker Spicy Pages

Mode of transportation and plane tickets are not a problem since we decide to use Brian’s private jet. ’Goodbye Miami’ I whisper to myself as I stare at the place where I have had all my happy moments and fair share of problems too, the place that had been my home. I am leaving the place to move on from some people but I am never going to leave the memories. I just need a fresh start but I sure as hell will keep the memories locked up deep within me and I will unleash them when the time to satiate my burning desire for revenge is up. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

She's angry and she is capable of doing anything when she is angry. I remember, there was one girl who has liked me and proposed me in front of whole school and what she did was break down the locker of her in such a horrible way that the girl cried for almost hours. And I know what she's going to do next. I walk back to the door and then damage the knob just to make sure that she won't lock the door after I leave tomorrow cause I know her angry self is scarier though she is less scary than me. "How's she?" Michelangelo asks me.

You are the reason stories like this exist. ~~~~~~~~~~ Ride with me because the ice is not empty… at least not yet. The Frozen Hearts series continues with Book Two: Offside Hearts. Here is a taste of what is coming: Eli Park is a rookie goalie with a secret he cannot afford to share. Mack Hale is the veteran enforcer who accidentally outed him years ago. Now they are stuck together as mentor and rookie in a hotel rooms, late nights, and a rival threatening to expose them both and Mack has been in love with Eli since the very beginning.

TRISTAN *You’re so damn heavy…* I wasn’t sure what had my lids fluttering open—the bright light in this room that smelled too familiar or the feminine voice scraping at my nerves. My lips were dry, cracked, and when I ran my tongue over them, I tasted something medicinal. My body felt like I had walked through fire, my head pounding—not in the unbearable way when the voices grew loud and screeching, but like I’d knocked it against a wall on my way to bed.

“Coach Elias, I told you, I’m thinking. This deal needs a clean strategy. It can’t look suspicious. I’m making calculations.” “Damn it, Max,” the voice growled. “It’s a yes or no. You’re overthinking it. This deal puts you in a higher market, fast. Or don’t you understand what I’m offering?” “I understand,” Max shot back, jaw tightening. “I do. It's just that…damn it.” He exhaled hard as his frustration grew. “Fine. I’ll give you an answer tomorrow night.” “No!” The voice cut in immediately. “Tomorrow night is too late. If you can’t handle this simple task, say it. Fixed matches are nothing new. You’re moving too slowly for my liking. And if you…”

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Power Exchange, Anal Play/Sex, Choking, Spanking, Nipple Play, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. Breakfast was a masterclass in psychological torture. My mother was humming as she flipped pancakes, and my stepfather was buried behind a digital newspaper, oblivious to the fact that his son had spent the previous evening claiming his daughter on the kitchen island.

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."

His name came out broken, desperate. He dragged his mouth down her neck, teeth scraping skin. One hand returned to her breast, pinching the other nipple now. The dual assault, teeth on her throat, fingers twisting her nipple, cock grinding against her soaked pussy made her shake. She was dripping, clit swollen and sensitive, every roll of her hips sending sparks up her spine. She wanted him inside her. Right there against the wall, while breakfast burned on the stove. Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Mia’s voice floated down, sleepy and confused. “Damien? What are you guys doing?”

I wanted to see those three little dots, the typing indicator that said he was on the other end, that maybe he was feeling some of the same restless shit I was. But there was nothing. Just the last message I’d sent. I scrolled past it, refusing to let myself get stuck staring at it like a lovesick teenager. I opened I*******m instead, mindlessly flipping through stories—James posting some stupid shit about some bar, girls in tight dresses taking mirror selfies, some influencer couple pretending their relationship wasn’t crumbling. All of it felt so fucking hollow.

Ironclad NDAs that would bankrupt anyone who talked. The men signed. Maya watched each signature, feeling the weight of what she was doing. "We start tonight," Rick said. "I'll need equipment lists." Maya handed him three pages of specifications. Heating systems for sub-zero temperatures. Water purification. Freeze-proof storage. Backup generators. Rick's eyebrows rose. "This is some art studio." "I have specific needs." "I'll bet." But he didn't ask more questions. "We'll work nights. Less chance of nosy neighbors."