One Lunatic One Icepick Novels & Stories

Liam asked lightly. Atticus didn’t respond. Liam chuckled. “Relax. I didn’t see faces.” That made Atticus glance at him sharply. “But,” Liam added, slowing his pace, “I did see enough to know it’s someone you’d burn the world for.” Atticus’s grip tightened around his hockey stick. “Stay out of it,” he said coldly. Liam smirked. “Careful, King. Secrets melt faster under spotlight.” He skated away, leaving Atticus standing alone at center ice.

When he’s so fucking pissed, he can’t even come up with another witty, dickish retort. It’s actually a fun little game I like to play—see how many digs it takes for him to shut down. Sometimes, I even try to beat my own record. Going for a low score, like in golf. Right now, I’d say I’m two under par. Arching a brow, I give the jackass a winning, plastic smile. “See you on the ice, Orlov.”

"Today, he yelled at me again because of Celine. I feel so wronged. I never bullied her, but he refuses to believe me. "Baby, Mommy played music for you today. Did you hear it? I’m so excited for your birth, for the day our family can live happily together. "He locked me in the room. I’m so hungry, and I’m so scared. Baby, you have to be strong. Mommy will protect you. "I’ve been locked in the ice cellar. It’s so cold. Baby, I don’t think she can hold on much longer. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. Ronan, I hate you. I will never forgive you."

This wasn’t about him anymore. He answered quickly, scoring for his side with a powerful shot that earned grunts of approval from the others. The game intensified. We drifted across the ice, sticks clashing, breaths visible in the cool air. As I paused to quickly adjust my skate laces during a brief stoppage, a brutal force slammed into me from behind. I lost balance completely, crashing hard onto the ice. Pain exploded across my face as the old wound on my lip split open again. Blood flowed freely, warm and metallic, staining the ice beneath me. I looked up, dazed. It was Liam. But he wasn’t smirking or satisfied. His face had gone pale with terror, eyes wide as if he hadn’t expected the fa

I stared at her and shook my head. I picked another color that I thought would be too bright for her but since that was what she wanted then I'll apply it to her. "Do not waste my time, do that fast and polish my shoes" she sneered, glaring at me. I simply nodded and started polishing her nails as fast and neat as I could. Few minutes in, the door opened and Anna, the last daughter of the Luna walked into the room smiling widely but immediately her eyes met with mine, her smiles vanished and was replaced with a scowl.

"You are a disgrace to the wolf race. I refuse to bring doom to my pack by making you, my Luna." Nadina's gaze flickered to her childhood friend, once a source of warmth and comfort, now a distant figure filled with disdain. His eyes, once bright with love, now mirrored the coldness of Ivan's rejection. The realization stung, a painful reminder of the rift that now lay between them. "I, Nadina Sebastien, accept your rejection," she declared, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. With a quick turn, she attempted to flee the suffocation of Ivan's presence, only to be held back by his vice-like grip.

He made the cutest, pouting chibi face and brought my knuckles to his lips, giving me puppy eyes. He was right. “You know what,” I swallowed, flustered by his lips but trying to keep my voice steady as I watched them peck my skin. “None of that matters.” I placed the half-empty glass on the table. “We’re here for one thing. To burn the Howlers.” Lykoan chuckled and stroked my hand lovingly, before cheering, “Hear, hear. Tonight, you’re not allowed to stress. The night is rated R."

Chapter Seven – A Name That Shouldn’t Be Said Aria’s Point of View The room was cold. I sat alone by the window, my arms wrapped tightly around myself. The moonlight fell across the floor like broken glass—sharp, scattered, beautiful in a way that hurt. My chest was still tight from earlier. Their words still echoed in my mind like thunder that wouldn’t fade. “She’s used goods.” “She doesn’t look like Luna stuff at all.” “What if she can’t produce an heir?”

With the way I smile confidently, no one would know that I was the same person deep inside that’s scarred for life. The way I appear to be innocent, no one would know that the revengeful convicted luna is back.

His eyes are red and his hands are raised as if waiting for someone to carry him. “Oh how sad, the big bad Alpha wants his momma." I mock in between laughter. When our laughter finally dies down, Lucinda speaks and is the first to break the silence. “You know, on the bright side, people got the privilege to see you in all your sexy naked glory. The opportunity to see a naked goddess is only given once in ten decades." “Don't tease. You are right, I am incredibly sexy, but definitely not a goddess." I honestly think I am bipolar, I was crying a minute ago and now I am laughing for the same reason I cried. Something is definitely wrong somewhere.