Skating With Hearts Novels & Stories

The surface gleaming under the lights, deceptively smooth. Okay, this is definitely a bad idea. Learning how to skate with my boss’s boyfriend. But before I can think further, he is already holding my hands, steadying me. “Just follow my lead,” he says, voice calm but firm, giving me a reassuring squeeze. I nod, gripping his hands tightly. For a few glorious, wobbly seconds, I manage it—gliding. My heart thuds in my chest, adrenaline rushing in, at the thought of my fear coming true. He laughs quietly every time I wobble, steadying my balance.

“Start with both feet pointing forward, then slightly turn the right foot out to create a 45-degree angle. This will be your pushing foot. Keep your weight centered directly over the skates.” Adira stopped. She turned around and looked at the guy who’s supporting her back. “You talked as if it is so easy to skate,” she complained. “It is easy for me,” he replied with a smirk. “A baby can’t learn how to walk at the day she was born,” she rebuked. “That’s why I am confused. Why did you agree on skating if you don’t know how?” Gliding forward, Adira answered him, “Because I heard that my husband was once a hockey player.”

Nina “Let me teach you how to skate.” I widened my eyes at Enzo’s words. I had just skated circles around the rink with him after only ever skating once before, and I hadn’t fallen once. But I had never thought about skating seriously. In fact, I had never even considered hockey or figure skating as particularly interesting sports until I started to get to know Enzo. After skating with him a couple of times, however, I was beginning to realize that I did enjoy the sport. It was fun, and it was good exercise. Even after just skating around in circles for a few minutes, I was already out of breath and little beads of sweat were beginning to form on my skin, causing my bangs to stick to my fore

I said. He laughed. “Do you know how many times we as players fall on our ass? I’m sure you’ve seen it plenty of times in just one game alone.” He had a point. “But that’s because you guys are going fast and just chasing a puck. I’m sure a figure skater wouldn’t be falling on their ass during their performance.” Ace shrugged and bobbed his head from side to side. “I guess you’re right there.” We took off our skates and he held mine for me.

I don't know how I can make it mean more. You're special to me, because with you, I can be free. I can express myself with words. I don't want you talking to other girls. But, I can tell you for sure, a part of my heart is yours. Don't think I cheated. It won't be repeated. You're my only. Don't forget that honey. - Truly, Surely, Deeply, Subhadra She kissed the end of the paper to emphasize her point. She folded the paper neatly and put it in her purse. She would give it to him the next time she saw him.

~I want to be fu*ked and loved by you, for the rest of my life.~ 3 years later; Xavier POV: The ice rink glistened under the bright arena lights, a frozen stage set for our performance. The crisp air bit at my cheeks as I glided onto the ice, the familiar scrape of my skates echoing in the empty rink. This was where I belonged, where every stride, every pass, held the promise of victory. As the team captain, the weight of responsibility sat comfortably on my shoulders. It wasn't just about winning; it was about leading my teammates, motivating them to push beyond their limits. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a blend of excitement and nerves.

he asked which caused me to open my eyes and feel the rapid beating of his heart. "Yeah," I answered. "A Glacia's heart is not beating, Fhyra," I freed myself from his embrace when I heard him. "What do you mean? Is that bad for you?! What shall we do--" "Shhh," He said as he took me back into his arms to calm me. "A Glacia's heart is frozen until it found it's soulmate," he said which made my eyes bulge. "You see, Princess? All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one." he said sincerely which made my heart constrict because of too much happiness.

I shrugged my shoulders and faced the window with a full smile. "Baby please." He cried and pulled me closer to him in a swift move, making my leather skirt ride up to my thighs slightly. "Damn! You are so beautiful." He whispered into my ears soothingly as he traced my thighs and clutched my hips making me straddle him. My body pressed against his lean, muscular, and chiselled body and he began kissing me passionately with a fierce fire flaming us up.

No one touched the contents immediately after the lid opened. The air inside the rink had changed again. The urgency that had driven everyone moments earlier—shouts, movement, adrenaline—settled into something quieter, heavier, almost reverent. It felt like we had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed, stepped into a space where noise itself would be disrespectful. The container sat open on the ice.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.