Skating Stories Novels & Stories

It was like something Dylan had never seen before. And still, he was wrong. Because there is nothing more attractive than seeing the way Andre hovers behind his little sister as she gets the hang off skating with much more weight on her shoulders than she’s used to. Their trainer, Evan, made it clear that he wouldn’t even let her touch her hockey stick until she could skate confidently with all of her gear on. Considering she did a lot of bragging about being the ‘fastest ice skater in her school’, Dylan hadn’t expected her to be so adorably clumsy.

I spun in circles, like a tornado then I stopped with a confident sweep. “Show off.” Haletta uttered. I smiled, as my chest was rising and falling. “You could be an expert one day, all you have to do is practice.” I told her, and she shook her head. “No, I’m too busy being lazy so I don’t have time to learn how to skate.” I roll my eyes. “C’mon.” I said, locking our hands together as we started to skate. ⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“We survived this place. Now we get to help others survive it too.” We stepped onto the ice together. Callan still favored his left side slightly, but he moved with growing confidence. We skated slow laps around the rink where our story had begun in blood and fear and eventually love. No words were needed. Just the sound of our blades carving fresh lines over old scars. The season continued.

Sapphire narrated. "I couldn't do this as a child because they told me it was too dangerous. Jade muttered. "Try it now then, let's see if you'll break a bone since you're an old man now." Sapphire joked as she stood up. Jade grabbed her by the shirt pulling himself up too as they skated to the same direction. Sapphire fell at every attempt she made, since it was her first time. The same goes to Jade, but he tried. They watched how the younger kids did it so easily.

After we had returned our skates, we took a sigh of relief. My body ached from all the falls but we both wore wide smiles on our faces as we walked towards Abi's house, chatting away. He was telling me stories about his life, mostly featuring Luca, and I was nearly in tears laughing.

Chapter 124: Custody Issues The deceptively bright sun and cloudless blue sky seemed at odds with the brisk cold day. But it made for a perfect afternoon spent skating at Wellman Rink in Central Park. Savannah squealed in delight as she struggled along on her ice skates. She was in no real danger of falling, safely tucked between her father and Maggie who each held a hand. She looked up, and Maggie could see the child's pink cheeks and sparkling eyes.

She seemed pretty eager to get onto the ice as I watched her eyes follow some of the people out there already. “Have you ever done this before?” I asked standing up. “Once. There was a lake near my house and one time when it froze over, my cousins and I tried it out. We weren’t that good. I doubt much has changed” she replied with a sheepish smile. The smile was something different from her usually confident one, more vulnerable. “Well I’ll help you. My parents used to bring me here all the time. They hoped it would cause me to be social with some of the other kids. It never worked but, I developed a new hobby with skating” I said offering her my hand.

“It’s been... ten years, I guess. A couple of my friends and I went skating after doing some Christmas shopping at the mall—in Carmel, actually.” Dak nodded, having to know exactly what she was talking about since that was his home town. “I’ve been there many times. Did you have fun then?” “Noooo.” He laughed, and Memory tried not to so she wouldn’t lose her balance. “I had been a few times before, but that was the first time in a while. And I’d never been good at it. I don’t know. I guess I just don’t have that gene. Anyway, my friends, Rebekkah and Kathryn, were out there twirling around like... Tara Lipinski... and I kept falling and busting my bottom.” She shook her head, remembering how

He added, his gaze landing on me and Roderigo. “Crystal,” I muttered. We hit the ice. The cold air bit at my face, familiar and grounding. For the first thirty minutes, it was just drills. I lost myself in the rhythm. Skate. Pass. Shoot. Repeat. My body remembered every edge, every cut. The scandal headlines had quieted these past week. The narrative was shifting from troubled prospect to guy turning his life around. Winning the tournament would bury the rest of it. Scouts would be there. Global leagues.

Steve said, pulling me towards the middle of the rink. He let go of my hand and started skating circles around me, while I struggled to keep my balance. "Come on, baby boy, skate towards me!" Steve called out to me. With trembling legs, I finally mustered up the courage to skate towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. But as I glided closer, my sweaty palms caused my grip to slip, and I found myself hurtling towards the ice. In an instant, Steve was there, his reflexes lightning-quick as he caught me by the shoulders, preventing me from crashing down. I looked up at him with gratitude, feeling a sense of safety and security in his strong grip.