Icebreakers Book Pages Novels & Stories

Drake cleared his throat. "Open page number 139," He said and turned to the table. I took out the book from my backpack quickly, I didn't want to upset him, though his anger wasn't directed at me.

“Holy shite!” I spent the next hour going through page by page. However, it seemed that the book always managed to place a new page at the back as soon as I finished reading one page because I’d never gotten through the book despite the five hours of sleep that I’d foregone. Right before the breaks of dawn, I reached an interesting page filled with names.

Why rip out only one page? I read the numbers in the corners of the pages on either side, noting that they took page sixty-three. So I turn to the contents page at the start of the book. I skim down the list, until I find it. Song of The Sea Maiden ……………………… p63 The sea maiden. The beach. The dreams. The answers are right in front of me. I just can’t see them yet.

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.

The pages turned themselves, faster, a blur of images: Elena, five years old, watching Javier sign the loan, her tiny hand on his sleeve. Sofia, hiding chemo bags in the restaurant’s freezer, tears in her eyes. Marco, twelve, hacking the city’s traffic lights to keep the power on. Me, proposing by the East River, lying when I said no more wagers. The book laughed, a sound that wasn’t sound but pressure, a weight on my heart. The alley shifted. The rubble became the Hamptons mansion’s marble floor, the smoke the gala’s chandeliers, the ash the warehouse’s crater. We were inside the book, the pages walls, the words chains.

And as I stared at the page beneath the harsh locker-room lights, trying unsuccessfully to remember where, I realized that for the first time the mystery wasn’t getting smaller. It was getting personal.

you know the fact that people love you on that stupid ice doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, who the fuck do you think you are huh" I don't say a word " I'm going to kill you today, since you want to join that little rat so bad" he picks me up and throws me to the other side of the room, my back shatters when it hits the walls, then he runs over and kicks me on the ribs, hard, over and over and over again, wincing and praying silently in pain, I slowly feel numb, like I'm going to die, blood on my mouth it feels like I'm slowly suffocating, after a few more stumps he turns to leave with my last breath I hold his leg tight, I have been recording the whole thing live on the CN page, ev

It will be very interesting as it's a high school-based one with rows of comic yet meaningful moments. Don't forget to leave your review of this story because I will love to read them to improve more. Also, follow my page because there will be updates regarding MEETING MR ICE VOLUME 2. I apologise for the errors, I can assure you that the other books won't be like that. I LOVE YOU ALL.

Her hands are clasped so tightly in her lap the knuckles have gone white. Kaia steps up beside Elias, silent, watching. Eirik stays near my shoulder, one hand resting lightly on the table like he’s grounding himself. Elias flips the page back. Then forward. Back again. The sound of paper turning is suddenly the loudest thing in the room, finally he exhales slowly. “That’s… interesting.” What little is left of my patience snaps. “What?” He tilts the page toward the lantern and gestures with one finger. “Look at the ink.”

Leaning forward, I jerked the book open, "Maybe we can find answers in here." Opening the first page, I scurried my finger down the contents. After a moment of scanning, Lucas pointed at the page, "Look..." Following his finger, my eyes rested on the chapter named 'Healers and Mind-links.' Lucas jumped on the couch, wrapped his arm around my back, and squeezed me into a tight hug, "We found it! We found it!" I choked under his arm and jerked him away, "Why are you being so happy? It's not like we found Delilah. It's just a little clue."