Sid Ice Age Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Yes, I know what this sounds like, I also know you said you didn’t want relationships but I want you to be mine. I want to make you happy, I want to be your boyfriend.” Ada let out a little smile, then she cupped his face. “Yes,” she said softly. Andrew froze. “Yes?” he repeated, like he didn’t trust he’d heard right. “You asked me to be your girlfriend…” A grin spread across her lips. “The answer is yes, Andrew.” Andrew froze. Holy shit! T. B. C!

"I want you. I love you. I want to fix this." Sade scoffed, shaking her head. "If you loved me, we’d still be together. You wouldn’t have done what you did with my best friend." Her voice broke, but she quickly recovered, straightening her spine. "Do you even understand that? Isla wasn’t just some random girl. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten. Kindergarten, Marco. Not high school, not middle school, our whole damn lives!"

I sat on a slick wooden bench on a Boston sidewalk, my watch telling me it was well past midnight, and the only things keeping me company were a streetlamp and the constant buzz of phone notifications going off like a curse. My boyfriend was being kissed by an influencer on a five-inch screen. I stared at the photo for the … God, I’d lost count. Zachary de Sanctis. His mouth on a blonde whose bra probably cost more than half of an average MIT student’s tuition. The background: a victory party. Italian flags. Balloons. An F1 team logo I thought only existed on TV.

Jake had been the guy Maya called at two in the morning when her car broke down, the person who sat with her through late-night study sessions, and the one friend she trusted implicitly with every detail of her life. To Maya, Jake was her absolute best friend. She had relied on him completely, never once suspecting that underneath his easy smiles and supportive presence, his feelings were steadily shifting into something far deeper. By their junior year, the silence had become too heavy for Jake to carry. He had pulled her aside after a quiet dinner, his hands trembling as he confessed that he was in love with her, that he couldn't keep pretending their bond was just about friendship.

It's the first time in weeks anyone's touched me like they actually wanted to, not like I'm something breakable or something contagious, just a friend who missed me. "I slipped the invite under your locker, by the way" she admits, pulling back, wiping quickly at her eyes before anyone can see. "I wasn't even sure you'd come, but I figured if you did, maybe we could finally talk. I've missed you so much it's honestly embarrassing." "You're an idiot," I say, but I'm smiling now, something loosening in my chest that's been tight for what feels like forever. "A sweet idiot. Thank you."

Prologue Many people believe that I am the luckiest of the Ice Academy's girls. Everyone believes I won the lottery because my boyfriend is the heir to the Ice Academy, where I study. I'm Ayisha Duffel, and I'm 18 years old. A first-year student at the Ice Academy. A major in hotel and restaurant management. I'm an orphan and a scholar at the academy. I'm the luckiest and unluckiest person in our school, but others think I'm lucky because Kian Thayre Ice, the sole heir of the Ice Academy, became my boyfriend.

She looks up at me and smiles, her beautiful green eyes sparkling. "Are you sure you've never dated before? You're way too good at this," she says suspiciously. "Cross my heart. My only girlfriend was Jessica Sanchez, in the third grade. Dated her for a whole week." "Was she prettier than me?" she says, narrowing her eyes but obviously joking as she tries not to laugh. "Not possible," I tell her, laughing, but I'm completely serious "Hmm," she says but doesn't say anything else. We sit silently for a few minutes while she makes a playlist, then she scrolls through the playlist, picking 'Bloodstream' by Stateless. I listen to the lyrics in silence, smiling when the chorus hits

"What are you thinking, Icy?" Jordan asked while they were sitting in the seashore watching the waves that freely moved accordingly and feeling the cold breeze that were sensing their warm skin. "Nothing, just thinking about my future." she answered plainly. Icy is Jordan's younger sister. She is three years younger than him. They have a very close relationship since their parents always travel abroad for business reasons. Icy is eighteen years old and just finished her secondary education while his brother were studying business course aiming to help their parents run their business in the future.

"I didn't do this just to hurt him. I did it to prove to myself that I could walk into your world and not get swallowed whole. I wanted to see if 'flavor' could actually hold its own against 'substance.'" Julian studied her for a long beat, his gray eyes searching Tiffany’s face as if he were reading a complex blueprint. "And?" Julian asked softly. "What have you concluded?" Tiffany leaned back, a small, knowing smile returning to her lips. "I think the Ice King might be more of a vanilla latte fan than he lets on." Julian didn't look away. He didn't scoff. He just nodded slowly, a dark, curious light gleaming in his eyes. "Well," Julian murmured, "it seems we both have secrets, Miss Everhar

She asked, pointing at me. "I've been fucking her since she was sixteen. She has a child for me and she's my girlfriend not my employee." He said with confidence. Her face falls at the truth. "Get out" he said. She turns around and picked up the package before rushing out. Quincy looks at me. "Let's go get ice cream" he sigh. I chuckled. We left to go get ice cream, I'm shocked that Quincy would want ice cream. I ordered chocolate ice cream while he ordered plane vanilla cone. We waited for our ice cream to come.