Skating With Hearts Novels & Stories

Ciara said throwing her tongue out in disgust. "Pah!" Sheila slapped Ciara, unable to contain her her growing anger. "Pah, pah!" Richard unexpectedly slapped Sheila twice, causing her to almost lose her balance. Sheila opened her eyes wide, her cheeks hot from the slap and stared blankly unable to utter a word because, despite Richard's short temper, he had never slapped her since they got married. "Do you just hit me because of this scumbag, Richard?" Sheila asked, in disbelief.

The whole ride he looked at me through the rear view mirror and every time our eyes met my heart used to skip a bit. Why are you doing this Ranveer? *****

When they finished putting on their shoes, they slowly went to the skating rink, Johnny was supporting Kissa and I don't know why but I find his gesture so fucking sweet, he takes care of Kissa as if he didn't want her to fall on the ice since it's slippery in the skating rink. Johnny and Kissa start skating in the skating rink, they're not that bad but they're not so good also. They were skating without any fabric that will cover their body from the cold breeze of the wind and I don't know why instead of getting anxious for them, I feel a sudden rush of lust as I watched Johnny follow Kissa wherever she went in the skating rink. A few moments later, Johnny held Kissa's hand and they skated

"I am sorry you all had to see me like this." "What was that thing you did bowing to the ground?" One of the new men asked. "Old ritual that most don't do anymore. We do it before eating any hearts of any kind, including candy ones." We held hearts sacred, both ones we eat and the ones we don't. I only ever lost one heart that I held sacred. My mates heart. It was either his heart or the hearts of the innocents he was going to kill. So, I killed him, but these tigers didn't need to know it yet.

The cold temperature inside the ice skating hall makes the glass wall fog and sweats. The place is wide, big enough to accommodate hundreds of professional skaters and aspiring skaters. The ice floor makes my body chills by watching the people lean on the glass to balance themselves to avoid falling on the icy floor. The amazing part is that I do not know how to skate. It's been a while I skate, "Hello, Miss? Here is your hockey. Please enjoy your skate and be careful." The attendant looks wary over me because I divert my mind in skating than preparing myself for the gear to skate.

Just us acting dumb on the ice, breathing heavy, grinning like idiots. My legs screamed louder as we kept going, but I didn’t care. Roland’s teasing turned softer, mixed with actual tips. “Loosen up more. Yeah, like that.” His hands found my hips again a couple times, guiding without the heavy pressure. Each touch made my heart race weird. I kept stealing glances at him—sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, that cocky smile that wasn’t so annoying anymore. The rink felt smaller, just us and the sound of our skates.

"But it won't be long before you're bowing to me." "I would rather die than surrender to a jerk like you! Let me up!!" "Ruining your little junk apartment was just a tiny demonstration to show you exactly what I can do," he said, finally shifting his weight and pushing himself off me. He stood tall on his skates, looking down at me like I was dirt. "Better watch your back from now on, Four Eyes. At least then you might see what's coming for you." He turned his back on me, effortlessly skating away toward his hockey friends who had been watching the entire dramatic spectacle from a distance.

My heart racing, but so much in love. Music blaring from the speakers as I walk briskly into the bar…Ava's bar. Subtly I look around and I see her, smiling to a customer, that's what she always does..she smiles, always making sure everyone's comfortable. I take a sit, patiently waiting for her, she hasn't noticed me yet and I know when she does she'll at least want to hear me out. An hour had passed, I was lost in my sketchbook, I didn't even know when she stood behind me, “What are you doing here?” I hear her voice clear admist my loud music through my ear pods.

His lips found the curve of her throat, trailing down with reverence, not haste. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. She nodded. "I need to feel something that isn't pain." He undressed her slowly, carefully unveiling every inch of her skin like a prayer. She kissed the scars on his chest; he kissed the onee etched into her heart. She signed in pleasure as he took her bosom in his mouth. She opened to him like a flower and he made love to her. When they came together, it was more than passion. It was reclamation. A vow that despite all they had endured, they were still standing. Still together.

They began asking more questions. I replied, "Ashenford is a city everyone knows. But in today's world, we've lost something—love. What if we could create a platform for people to express their love for each other, as well as their pride for Ashenford or for the world? Imagine a broadcast where people can share their feelings, whether it’s telling their parents they love them, confessing to a partner, or just expressing gratitude for the city they call home. "This isn't just about changing the landscape. It's about bringing the people of Ashenford together and creating a more harmonious, beautiful future."