On Thin Ice 소설 & 이야기

She gestured toward the open balcony overlooking the river. “You’ve seen no irregular frost?” “None within our borders,” Liam answered. Maren’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Then you should see this.” We stepped onto the balcony. The river flowed fast and clear— Except for a narrow strip along the far bank. A thin band of ice traced the water’s edge in a perfect, unnatural line. Not thick. Not violent. Precise. Kaelor stepped closer to the railing. “That’s not environmental,” he murmured. “No,” Maren agreed.

🌺 Viviane 🌺 🌺 Five Years Before 🌺 “Come on, Vivi! Choose this outfit right away.” “I already chose. I like the blue shirt with the khaki shorts.” “But I do not like it. Select another. Please don't let me down, go. Tell me another one that would be nice” João Pedro insisted stubbornly, looking at me with both hands on his hips.

She half walked and half ran all the way, arriving twenty minutes later at her destination. The rink was a ruin. But ruins had their own kind of beauty. The moonlight didn't care, it painted the ice in shades of silver making it shimmer like a frozen lake. She ran her hands on the worn boards that gleamed like polished bone under the brilliant moonlight, staring up at the roof that was half-gone. The walls wept with moss, and the cold air smelt of rot and something sweet—wild roses, maybe, crawling up the chain-link fence that still surrounded the ruins.

I’d get out on my own merit,with a full ride, my future paid for in bruises and blocked shots. And that? That mattered more than anything. --- Practice that morning was brutal, which meant it was perfect. The rink was half-frozen from the broken heater, and my fingers were stiff by the second drill. Coach had us doing suicides until even Caleb looked like he was going to hurl, but I lived for this kind of pain. This was the only place I felt like myself. No expectations. No noise. Just me, the stick in my hands, the cold rush of the wind in my face as I tore across the ice.

A sharp pain shot through my back, but I ignored it, refusing to let it show. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he stepped closer. "I'm just... sad, I guess. I don't want you to leave." His voice softened, tinged with reluctance. "We'll be apart—different universities and all..." I could see where this was heading. Logan's jaw tightened, and I knew it wasn't just about the distance. Riverside's hockey team and Green-Hill's had been fierce rivals for as long as anyone could remember, and the thought of me attending Riverside only added fuel to the fire.

"Leanor, Lawnson and I are very happy together. I'm warning you, you're not allowed to appear in front of us…he hates you and he will feel nothing but disgust” Erica smiled, she made sure to lay emphasis on the disgust so Leanor would know she wasn't joking. "I don't have time for that, Mrs Thompson…I have too many important things to do" Leanor almost rolled her eyes. Did Erica suddenly have amnesia and didn't remember how Lawnson treated her? Why would Erica think she would want to meet with Lawnson? They both deserve each other…two pieces of shit. "Goodbye, Mrs. Thompson." Leanor walked past Erica and opened the door, Liam quickly left the door when he saw the door knob turned.

I whispered as we angled through the arc. “I am guessing half of this,” he replied under his breath. “So do not let go of me.” “I am not letting go.” Our blades carved a smooth crescent in the ice before we straightened again, slowing just a little to keep perfect timing. There were no jumps, no spins, nothing flashy. Just a controlled glide in a loop that would show the director we were present and participating. When we reached center ice again, everything felt too quiet. The scraping of our blades sounded sharp, almost fragile, like the ice beneath us could crack with the wrong shift of weight.

"Oh, whatever. You must stay strong. You're still young, so you shouldn't end your life over that rotten asshat! I haven't even traveled the world with you yet. "Hey, have you seen Rime Ice before? It happens when supercooled water droplets freeze on things. I'll show you! Here are some pictures I took last winter. I haven't even sent them to you yet." She opened her phone's gallery and clicked on a series of pictures to show Josephine. One was a picture taken on a mountain, where a blanket of snow covered everything. There were also frozen icicles hanging from the trees. Everything about it seemed magical and pristine. It was as if one's soul could become purified from being there. The plac

Claudia said. At nine pm the ladies were ready. Claudia was wearing a tight gold sleeveless short bareback dress with matching five inch gold heels and Miranda was wearing a long blue dress that matched her eyes. The dress had a V neck and was tight up the waist and loose at the bottom. It had a thin lace of sparkling germs which looked like stars. It also had a long slit up to her thigh. She also wore four inch blue wedges. Both of them looked glamorous.

ECHOES OF FAILURE ~DARIN POV~ The ice doesn’t give a shit about how many times you’ve died. I dig my blades in harder, crossovers ripping the surface, shoulder-checking the boards just to feel the rattle in my teeth. Practice is half over, and I’m already sweating through my jersey, my lungs burning like they’re trying to remind me I’m still breathing. Fifth life. Same rink. Same numb fucking routine. Coach blows the whistle. “Salvator! Are you skating or daydreaming?”