On Thin Ice Chapter 4 の小説・ストーリー

His thumb grazed the roaring pulse point in my wrist, his gaze dark, heavy, and completely unbothered by the consequences. "I know," he murmured. End of Chapter 4

“Then ice cream after. You can pick the flavor. Even that weird mango-chocolate you like.” I smiled into the pillow, heart stupidly full. God help me, I’d fight him every day. And still, I’d always want to fall asleep in his arms. END OF CHAPTER 41

, Words: 267k+, Favs: 152, Follows: 157, Published: Sep 17, 2018 Updated: Sep 7 653Chapter 24 Part 1 Chapter 24 RPOV Songs: Doomed by Moses Sumney, Rescue Me by Unions, Die 4 You by Perfume Genius I wasn't sure how long I had been out here, but my shivers had almost turned violent as I sat perched near the riverbank. Most of the water had frozen over. There were only a few shallow cracks where the stream still sloshed over the ice and I stared blankly at those small openings.

Wilson quickly tried to release himself from the thin, yet surprisingly thick layer of ice for the second time. The ice was already lowering his body temperature and making him feel numb. He gathered his strength and began cracking the ice slowly but surely. As it turned out, the ice was a lot thicker than it seemed on the surface. Jim, on the other hand remained kneeling and even though he was almost done shaving off the cold snow-reinforced ice from his body, he dared not move. Before him stood the magnificent snow tiger. Behind him were four loud hunters who cared nothing for his life and would not hesitate to shoot him if they as much as thought he was going to jeopardize their mission.

Vanished like smoke. I stayed there for a moment, catching my breath, fighting back tears, until a polished black Italian shoe stepped into my view. It was sleek leather, mirror-shined. It screamed of nothing but wealth. I sprang to my feet. “Thank you s—“I started, wiping dirt off my dress. Then I looked up. And froze. Those icy blues. My breath hitched. No way. It… it can’t be. He stared at me with deadpan eyes… and walked away.

The scream tore through my throat, but the only response was the whistling wind. I reached the opening in the ice, skidding through my final steps over the snow accumulated along the lakeshore. I fell to my knees so close to the crack that the cold immediately penetrated the fabric of my pants. The hole in the ice was smaller than I expected—narrow, irregular, surrounded by thick slabs of broken ice that still quietly cracked against one another as the water moved beneath them. The edges were sharp, translucent in some places, thick enough to reveal how deep the lake’s frozen layer truly was.

Waited for her to pull the thistle from the stone and carry it back into her world. Her heartbeat continued pulsing in the void, much slower now. She used what little scent remained to sustain the last faint pulse. Just enough to let the thistle perceive her presence. In the void, she spoke to the thistle: *When she comes, open the gap in the gate a little wider. Let her in.* The thistle's leaves trembled in the wind. It was saying: *All right.* --- 【Knocking】 She sensed it. The feeling came slowly. Like frozen earth thawing in spring, layer by layer, starting from the surface. Snow still fell on the Northern Territories, but the frozen soil's temperature was rising. Something was walking to

He pointed toward the snow near my feet, and then I heard it—a faint cracking sound beneath the frozen surface. Black ice. A deep gap hidden under the snow, with freezing water waiting below. I slowly took a step back, my boots slipping slightly on the crust. Mikael remained on the balcony, his eyes fixed on mine. There was something heavy in his expression, something that almost made me stop. But then the guard on the ridge shifted his rifle. I turned and ran. I didn't head toward the cliffs or the main gate. Instead, I moved sideways along the rocky shoreline, keeping close to the boulders so they would block the guards' view. The cold air burned my lungs, and my throat hurt with every bre

I was falling. Morpheus caught my wrist. His hand was cold—colder than the ice. But it held. "Why?" I gasped. "Because you asked me to surprise you." He pulled me up. I lay on the solid ice, breathing hard. "You saved me." "I proved that stillness can act. Not just endure." "You proved that even frozen things can choose." He released my wrist. "Finish the walk." --- I crawled the last twenty miles. Not walked—crawled. My legs would not hold me. My paws were numb, my lips cracked, my breath a cloud of frost.

Every few hundred yards, the tires would lose their grip on the black ice, and the chassis would slide toward the edge of the abyss with a sickening, heart-stopping lurch. Inside the bed, Maya felt the shift in the environment. The silence of the mountain wasn't empty. It was filled with a low-frequency hum, the sound of the high-altitude winds whipping through the power lines that stood like skeletal sentinels along the road. "The snow," Thorne whispered with his breath, sounding like a thick plume of white in the dim light. "Maya, look at the snow."