Rompiendo El Hielo Libro Novels & Stories

Despite the loud noise, he remained calm, his expression unreadable. "I see why they call him the SHL's ice machine. Dude never breaks a frown." I scoffed, wondering why I even noticed it. I was about to turn on my heels when I heard an annoying voice. It made my skin crawl. "If it isn't Rie Frost... I see you're still sulking about losing to Eli during the last maths competition. It hurts being beaten at your own game, doesn't it?" Says the self-proclaimed 'girlfriend' to Eli.

The next, a sheet of frost swept up the base and coated the bulb with a layer of shimmering ice. We all stared at it. Jimmy, wide-eyed, whispered, “You Elsa’d the lamp.” “Shut up.” “No, for real. That thing’s gonna start singing ‘Let It Go’ any second now.” “I said shut up!” I snapped. And just like that—crack—the frozen lamp shattered, bursting into shards of glass and icy mist. Everyone ducked. Candy shrieked, “What the hell?!” “Okay, now I’m sweating out of fear,” Jimmy said, half-hiding behind the counter.

And once I turn my gaze, I feel my blood boils in an instant. The whole living room is now burnt, while the floors are similar to an ice skating rink. The furniture is no good, and what makes my blood boils, even more, is that all my books are turned into ice. I feel my eyes change its color, and my power starts to be released. Shiloh stops laughing at Matt to keeps attacking him. As well as Emma, fighting a dozen Kendra's. "H-Hira." Butler Ulric nervously said. Shiloh stood firmly, as well as the others. No one dares to meet my gaze, and I can sense their fear.

A blast of cold air rushed up from below, smelling like wet stone, old blood, and something rotten beneath snow. The journal slid across the floor toward the opening. “No!” I lunged for it. Damien caught me tighter. “Leave it.” “No.” “That thing wants you closer.” “The book has been more honest than half the people in this town.” “It is not a person.” “Neither are half the people in this town.” The journal teetered on the edge. Pages fluttering. Glowing. Waiting. Then one page ripped free and flew upward on a burst of silver wind.

I nodded "I know that you're not a bad person. It's just happened that you have those beautiful ice orbs. You said different? You mean... You're cold? And I'm jolly? You're quiet? And I'm loud? You're rich? And I'm not? You're beautiful? And I'm not? Yeah we're totally different" "You talked too much" she said running her fingers through her hair ~~~ I watched Glaiza as she read a book across from me. "Don't look at me like that" she said without looking at me I pretended reading a book "I'm not" She closed her book "Can you read mandarin?" I frowned "No? Why?" "Because you're holding a mandarin dictionary" I immediately dropped the book only to make some noises. The librarian looked sternly

Dahila said thoughtfully. "I'll just enjoy the ice cream before it melts and becomes unpalatable. Dear anonymous, this ice cream makes me forget my worries as it melts in my mouth. I hope your days are worries free." She said. "I think I should read the book while eating this ice cream, I think that's what makes it taste better." She said and broke the seal on the book and opened the first page. "I think I'll learn a little from this tho. It's about hybrids and how to take full charge of the opportunity. Hold on, this has to be a joke, how does anonymous know I'm an hybrid." She said and threw the book on the bed.

Inferno stirred, curious. Ragnar lifted his hand, and plunged it into the snow. When he pulled it free, frost crawled up his arm, spreading, thickening, encasing muscle and bone in living ice. The temperature dropped further, my breath stuttering as cold slammed into me like a wall. “This is the wild,” Ragnar said quietly. “It does not burn bright. It endures.” The frost surged outward. I felt it lock my joints, numb my fingers, slow my heartbeat. Inferno pressed back, heat flaring but Ragnar shook his head. “Not like that.”

Stephen said, "Or are you holding out for him, keeping yourself pure?" The words pierced Elaine's inner turmoil like a needle. She paused, her heart racing, and then she made her move. With a boldness that surprised even herself, she cradled his face, rose on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his. Passion did not always need love to ignite into a blazing fire. Elaine had not touched a drop of alcohol that night, yet she felt utterly drunk at the moment. Lost in the intensity, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her short nails carving fervent trails across his skin.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

Her bright eyes that easily rival the sun’s shine. “Hey, Zee…” The words flowed out of me like a broken music record while Dahlia sniffled beside me. I didn’t need to look at her to know her eyes were already red-rimmed with tears. I wish I could be here when Zahra eventually wakes up. To support her, give her all the love and care she needs. Unfortunately, I have a Pack to save. And so, I carried the book sitting on my thighs. “I got you a book,” I waved it in front of Zahra’s face. Although she can’t see the title, I dearly clung to hope that she could hear me. “It’s titled, ‘A dance of ice and fire’.”