Novel & Cerita On Thin Ice Chapter 4

he breathes, and I hate that his voice this close, this low, does something to my pulse that has nothing to do with fear. We crouch there in the dark, his chest against my back, his hand still resting at my hip like he's forgotten to remove it, or maybe he hasn't forgotten at all. I can feel every breath he takes. I try very hard not to think about that. The door creaks open. Light spills across the floor below us. “Hello?” A voice.... Coach Ellery, from the sound of it. Footsteps echo across the rink floor, unhurried, searching. “Anyone in here? I thought I heard something.”

"Good. Because I'm not planning on letting you go again until it's time for that plane." Before she can respond, he sweeps her off her feet, her glass clattering onto the counter as he carries her toward the bedroom, his eyes promising a night that would burn far hotter than any victory. Inside, the moon is a voyeuristic spectator, hanging like an oversized bulb in the Toronto sky, casting a silver glow over the bed. Elias pulls a single cube of ice from the glass. Without a word, he pops it into his mouth. The shock of the cold is instantaneous, numbing his tongue as he rolls it against the roof of his mouth, preparing himself for a different kind of game.

I just kept moving, trying to outrun the hurt. My feet took me to the hockey arena without thinking. The building looked empty and silent in the late evening. No crowds, no lights on full blast. I found a side door that was somehow unlocked. Maybe the team left it open after practice. I slipped inside. The place felt huge and hollow. My footsteps echoed as I walked out onto the ice. The cold seeped through my shoes right away, but I didn’t care. I sat down right in the middle of the rink. The ice bit through my pants. Tears fell freely now. I hugged my knees, letting it all out. Quiet sobs that echoed a little. Why did I let myself fall for him? The fake relationship turned real for me, but

This book is dedicated to those who like them cold, with a side of sarcasm and flirty comments. Chapter One Arilyn I didn't want to go back to campus after last night but I did not want to stay home either. Not after last night. My back was sore and I could barely stand. I knew I had to suck it up. Everywhere else was better than staying at home.

We could hear the footsteps that followed loudly, making us scramble apart without saying a word. I pushed myself upright, my palms stinging from the cold concrete, heart hammering so violently I was surprised it didn’t echo louder than the doors had. Asher straightened at the same time, too fast, like he was trying to outrun whatever had just happened between us. Neither of us looked at the other. A figure crossed the rink in the distance, a janitor, maybe, or staff with keys jangling faintly, boots squeaking once against the floor. “Well,” Asher said, voice rough. “That was… graceful.”

The descent was a jagged line of ice driven into my ribs, and the only map I had left was the agonizing rhythm of my son’s freezing pulse. We moved deeper into the secondary mantle. The air here was thin, tasting of scorched rock and the scent of a tomb that had been closed too long. My right hand clawed at the basalt walls for balance. My left arm—the Senseless slab of ruin I’d traded for the Heart—hung at my side like dead weight. Every step I took was a structural battle I was losing.

I step off the Suburban, board under my arm, crown pieces humming in my veins. Celeste (smiling): “Born ready.” We board. The plane lifts off to the sound of RASE still blaring from Remy’s phone. Shambhala is waiting. Let them kneel. We’re coming to collect. STEAM & SHADOW Book 4: The Mountains That Kneel Chapter 2 – Rude Awakening Monday, June 5, 2028 – Somewhere over the Himalayas The jet Rowan “borrowed” from Shambhala’s fleet is too quiet.

Natalia Brooks was once the golden girl of Los Angeles, a talented figure skater with a promising future. Then a devastating accident on the ice ends her career and leaves her struggling to walk. While Natalia is forced to rebuild her life, her stepsister, Michelle, rises to fame and takes the place Natalia once held. Years later, Natalia works at a sports publishing company, secretly longing for the ice she was forced to leave behind. When her boss gives her six months to secure an exclusive story about Daniel Prescott or lose her job, Natalia is determined to succeed. Daniel Prescott is a famous, wealthy, and arrogant hockey player who wants nothing to do with reporters. After severa

He kept walking for what felt like hours but light never showed up nor did he see anything or felt warmer. His fingers were being attacked by frostbites and he sniffled as he kept pushing through. The longer he walked, the stronger the cold wind and it wasn’t helping if he wasn’t seeing where he was going. His foot hit on something and he fell face first on the icy ground. He got up, shivering as his teeth chatter. Selene never said anything about one of the doors leading to the ice world, why should this place be this cold?

POV DARLENE The lavender mist was gone. In its place, the North had returned to its true, brutal form: White-Out Blizzard and Bone-Chilling Silence. I stood on the ridge overlooking the ruins of the First Square—the exact spot where, one hundred and ninety-two chapters ago, Jackson had looked me in the eye and told me I was "nothing but a burden." Back then, I was a girl with no wolf, shivering in a thin coat, watching my world shatter. Now, the snow didn't make me shiver; it melted before it could even touch my skin, vaporized by the Golden-Emerald Fire that roared in my veins.