Icy Wicy Novels & Stories

" 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."

"Ivy, don't!" Do it! Bang! Bang!

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 ?"

But perfection never lasts in professional hockey. The new rival arrived during training camp for the next season. Elias Voss, a 26 years old Finnish superstar winger, acquired in a blockbuster trade. Tall, blond, dangerously charismatic, with sharp cheekbones and an easy smile that made half the team swoon. He was fast, skilled, and had that quiet intensity that reminded Soren of a younger JR. From day one, Elias gravitated toward Soren. “You’re the reason I wanted to come to Seattle,” Elias said during their first practice, skating beside him with effortless grace. “Playing with both you and Draven? My dream came true.”

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.

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