Novel & Cerita Skating Stories

The idea of an entire day with none of that feels like being handed something precious. We spend the morning riding along the river path, stopping for coffee at a tiny shop tucked away from the main streets, the kind of place that does not care whether Ethan Carter walks through its doors. He tells me stories about learning to skate as a kid, about the year he broke his wrist trying to copy a trick he saw a professional do on television, about how Ryan used to be the one dragging him outside to practice back before their relationship curdled into quiet competition. "You two used to be close," I say carefully, watching him for any sign that the topic is too painful to touch.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Kieran whispered in my ears and I blushed. I felt really relieved by his whispers in my ears. “Granny, we will leave now, take care of yourself”. Kieran and I stood up to leave and I hugged Granny before leaving with Kieran. “Let's go somewhere else”. Kieran suggested and I looked at him curiously. “Where do you want us to go?”. I asked curiously. “Let's go skating”. I smiled happily and almost kissed his cheeks. Skating is one of my favourite exercises. I did it once with Bruno, though I am not really good at it but I just love that feeling of being driven on a smooth ice.

“Do you have a death wish Jovita? Say the fucken words I wanna hear or I'd apply more weight” “You’re already killing her Maddie”, Anne said. “Jovie!” Maddie warned. “Fine, fine, fine”. She stood up laughing, doing a crazy victory dance. I used to love skating so much, and to be honest I still do. I was the school’s best skater and swimmer, but right now, I didn't feel so confident as I headed for the sea. I wasn't one to believe ghost and haunted house stories, but right now, I was a little bit scared.

Timothy's laughter joined hers, the sound infectious and genuine. The skating rink was alive with vibrant energy, echoing with the cheerful chatter of families and friends gathered to enjoy a night of gliding across the rink. Aria's eyes practically sparkled with excitement as she practically skipped to the counter to retrieve her skates. Beside her, Timothy's easygoing demeanor perfectly blended with the atmosphere. As for me, I waited beside them feeling completely out of my element. I had never been much of a skater, and the thought of stumbling and falling in front of Timothy was, well, less than thrilling.

The wheels were scuffed from a thousand trips around the rink. Bonnie stood up first. She wobbled and grabbed my arm immediately. "I have not done this since I was twelve," she said. "It is like riding a bike." "I could never ride a bike." "You are joking." "I am not. I am the only person in America who never learned." "Then I will teach you," I said. "You are on skates." "So are you." "That is not reassuring." Bianca was already on the floor gliding backward like she had been born on wheels. She spun in a slow circle with her arms out and she was grinning like a maniac.

"Transferring during second year is such a weird time." "Some stuff happened at my last school, so my aunt told me to just transfer. Plus, my dad graduated here, so I thought I'd try it out too." "Did you get into a fight or something?" Crimson asked. "Please, I'm too scrawny to get into a fight. I'd instantly be knocked out." "Then can I ask what happened?" "You can't." I replied almost immediately. "I'd rather not talk about it." There was a bit of an awkward silence, but then suddenly, Scarlet looked like she lied down, but she actually fell asleep. "That scared me!" I exclaimed as I held onto my chest.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

“We wanna make a skating chain.” Paisley continues watching me for a long moment, but eventually she turns to her sister. “Wha’s a skating chain?” She asks, crinkling her nose. “Is when you hold hands and can’t let go even if other peoples are coming towards you!” Parker answers excitedly. “You have to weave and dodge and try to stay together as longs as possible!” Ryder adds. Okay!” Paisley agrees excitedly, forgetting her earlier mistrust.