Icy Wicy Novels & Stories

If only I could express how unhappy I was about this, but if I did, she'd convince me to run here and now, and I wouldn't hesitate to follow. "Then add a ton of ice and fill most of it with water! I need something!" I cried softly. Tanya sat beside me but didn't give me the glass, "Is this what you want, Ivy?" Not in the slightest. The dark voice within me came once more. "I never liked white," I evaded, "Look at how pale I am already. White makes me look dingy and dull because I'm pale but not vibrant like white." Tanya thought momentarily, "Okay, but why the drink?"

" That would be called cheating, and you know better than anyone how that feels, right?" " Ouchhh" that hurt. " Common let's go, we're gonna be late. I don't want to miss the party." Icy said. " Hey Cercy, what is that lipstick that u wearing?? Take that off. Have this. Red matte by Kylie Jenner. It suits u perfectly." Icy said. " Don't you think it's too much?? " Nahhh, why look normal when you can look gorgeous??" "Ice, point taken." "Duhhhh."

Ice and Old Wounds “You sure you’re okay? Your legs—are they perfectly fine? Will you actually be able to run drills today?” Liam wouldn’t let it go. We stood at the edge of the rink, blades cutting slow half-moons into the ice while he studied me like I was made of glass. “Come on, Liam,” I sighed. “I’m okay. You don’t have to hover like I’m a baby.” “That’s exactly why I’m hovering,” he said. “You’ve been out for months. So yeah—I’m going to worry. Every single bit of me.”

his head cocked to the right looking at me. "Yeah, you are huge, rather hairy and you keep saying a lot of shit no one really gets, so I thought it was fitting". I tell him. And he is actually rather hairy, his chest covered in dark hair, revealed by the fact that all he wears is pajama pants hanging low on his hips. He chuckles. "Oh you have no idea darling ... and what should I call you then ? Ice queen ? Wicked witch of the north ?"

Chapter 16: New Rival Six months after winning the Stanley Cup and three months after their quiet courthouse wedding, Soren thought life had finally settled into something beautiful. He and JR were the golden couple of the NHL. They played on the same line for the Seattle Storm. The media called them “Ice Husbands.” Sponsors loved them. Their apartment overlooking the water felt like home. Most nights they fell into bed exhausted but happy, still insatiable for each other. But perfection never lasts in professional hockey.

Americus nearly takes Riley out with the full force of her celebration, throwing her arms around both of us with the abandon of someone who has forgotten that personal space exists. "Did you see that set-up?" she shouts directly into my ear, her voice barely audible over the chaos. "Did you see Eli find that lane? That is vision, that is hockey IQ, that is why he wears the C!" The student section picks up the chant, the rhythm pounding and insistent. It rolls through the building in waves, passed from section to section, building as it goes, each repetition adding volume and conviction. "Hayes. Hayes. Hayes." I hear my voice joining it, surprising myself with the force of my participation.

Maybe that was why its use was implemented — to aid remembrance. “Hi, I'm Grace. But you can call me Gracy. And I'm as gentle as a dove,” said one of the girls with a wave and a wide grin. She had large eyes and it only worsened when she widened them. She looked small compared to her eyes, and appeared whiny. Isabelle smiled at her and so did Emily. After the smile exchange, Jessica introduced Grace as the social prefect. “I'm Ope. Just Ope,” said another girl beside Grace, her voice naturally raspy.

Icy is eighteen years old and just finished her secondary education while his brother were studying business course aiming to help their parents run their business in the future. "What about the future?" Jordan asked curiously. He desired to know what her sister was thinking. "Jordan, how do you see yourself few years from now?" Icy looked at him sincerely. "I don't know, a businessman maybe running out business, how about you?" he questioned back. "Well, I want to be an architect. I want to build my own house in the future and that's my dream. Regardless the reason and the situation I felt the urge to fulfill it." She responded gazing in the sky that seemed so far away.

He was really scared. Looking at the two trembling guys, Icy suddenly felt bored. In the past, she would definitely be excited about such things, but now she had seen too many of them and her style had improved. It was really boring to argue with these two nobodies. No wonder that guy was so dispirited. "Forget it, get lost!" Icy said, waving her hand. If she really wanted to do something, she couldn't do it. Although she acted tough, Miss White still believed that she was a gentle lady from the bottom of her heart.

Those necklaces were designed for lower-status alphas, he didn't exactly fit into that group. Erika moaned rubbing herself even harder wanting the scent of him and seeking relief from her torturous insanity. Zacarias wouldn't keep her waiting any longer. He stood up and broke one of the condoms with his teeth, putting it on and fell back on the woman. I was more anxious than other times.