Romantic Couples Ice Skating Novels & Stories

Jaymee and the photographer are walking together while following the couple on the way to their last course of their date. “Ohhhh, I had a great shot,” the photographer boasted as he showed Jaymee the picture he took when Chadwick and Adira were skating. It is the picture when the two fell on the ice and Adira kissed her husband’s cheek. The photographer took the shot exactly at the time Chadwick was kissed. “My skill isn’t rusty,” he said, chuckling.

He brushed my hair back from my face, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips with infinite gentleness. “You undo me,” he murmured, stroking my back. “Every time. You make me feel… whole.” I nestled closer, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Good. Because you do the same for me.” Later, as we lounged in the cool villa, Nikolai’s eyes lit up with excitement. “There’s a private skating rink set up near the main villa complex—roller skating under the stars tonight. Would you like to go? I thought it might be fun. Something new together.”

The Tigers in orange and white. I spotted Hunter immediately. Number 18. Skating beside Cole. And that's when my heart stopped. Because standing at the edge of the rink, just outside the player entrance, was Cole. With a woman. Blonde hair. Red lips. Hands on his chest. Sophia. They were kissing. Passionately. Like they were the only two people in the building. I forced myself to look away. Back to the ice. Back to the game. Looking for one person.

Lukas guided him whenever fear crawled back in and Viktor relearned his edges, his turns, his balance and every time he succeeded at something small, Lukas looked prouder than if he’d won an actual championship but eventually exhaustion settled into their bones. The rink lights dimmed slightly overhead while snow fell softly outside beyond the tall glass windows and Viktor drifted lazily backward near center ice, breathing hard but smiling brighter than he had in months and Lukas skated toward him slowly. Neither of them spoke immediately. Viktor reached for him first this time…gloved fingers brushing gently against Lukas’s face then Lukas kissed him. Soft and slow. Their foreheads rested to

I don't want to make any kid go through the shit I did. "Rockefeller Center, sir," my driver announces. I thank him and get out of the car. I join the many other people watching the skaters down below, my eyes scanning the area for Cora and Colt. There are so many people. Then I see them. Holy hell, are they dancing on the ice? My lips lift in a smile when I see how gracefully and elegantly they glide over the ice. Lots of other skaters have stopped skating and watch them. The couple next to me point at them and snap photos. I take a video.

I crawled on my hands and knees over to the side of the rink and used the wall to help myself up, then scooted along the side toward the door. Ace busted a gut laughing as he watched me shuffle like a penguin off the ice, then glided with ease toward the door and stepped off the ice like it was nothing. “Show off,” I grumbled. I was relieved to sit down and be on stable ground once more, but I was shocked when Ace bent down to start untying my skates right away. If anyone saw us out of context, they would they we were a couple, which made me self-conscious if there was anyone else here at some point. I was too distracted to even think of that.

They got one hundred thirty five. Sabine and Isaac are on the ice now. The lights are dimmed. Their costumes are now white. Most of Sabine’s is that material that looks like skin that I don’t like and a short flowing skirt. As much as I hate to admit it, she looks stunning. With her flawless makeup and hair pulled up high on her head the streaks of blue and purple shining my girl is glowing. They are skating to Ed Sheeran’s “ Thinking Out Loud.” Skating, sure. They are dancing on skates. “ A beautiful performance by Pixie. The side-by side triple axels were perfectly timed.” The announcer said. I watch Issac grab Sabine’s boot as she skates backwards. I know what is coming next. I brace my

Liam followed automatically, his silver figure blades cutting beautiful, silent arcs into the ice alongside the heavy, rhythmic crunch of the captain's hockey skates. To the hundreds of people watching from the barricades, and to Sarah watching critically from the media box, they looked like an international power couple, moving in perfect, synchronous harmony beneath the holiday decorations of Bryant Park. But inside the circle, behind the public display, the silence between them was an absolute, freezing void. Jaxson kept his gaze fixed entirely on the path ahead, his massive shoulders cutting through the cold air like a machine, leaving Liam to skate beside a ghost of the man who had prom

I hit harder too. The first period is a collision of styles: my weight slamming bodies into boards, my fists drawing roars from the crowd, my presence rewriting the ice into something devastating and immediate. Every one of my checks earns cheers, every one of my penalties is spun as necessary violence. Half the crowd loves this brutal, brutish version of me, the other half loves to hate it. When I get my first penalty, the crowd explodes, again half fury, half delight. I skate to the box with my pulse roaring, sweat slicking my spine. As the door slams shut behind me, I look over at the man that I hate more than anyone on earth.

Back then she used to be so fascinated by the idea of a romantic night, drifting along the ice with a special someone. In her words she had said; a beautiful moment, with a halo of light casted down from above, two people drifting along the ice in pure bliss. That was something she envisioned. Throughout the years she and Brian had been together, he had never once taken her skating before, she just assumed he must have forgotten about it since it had been a long time, even if she had never mentioned it to him again, in her heart, she'd still secretly wanted to get to experience that, it was the fantasy of her teenage years.