Skating With Hearts の小説・ストーリー

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.

My heart beats so fast I can hear it as he skates in with his teammates. A smile curls on my face. He changed his mind! I'm happy about that, but I don't give myself the credit. Like I told myself earlier today — who the fuck was I to change River Dawson's mind? Whoever made him get back on the ice should be thanked. The announcer's voice booms. "And here come the Ice Gladiators! I bet they want the win for this rematch too. Well, folks, let's drop the puck!" The crowd erupts.

A shadow falls over my left flank, a dark, rich scent of pine and absolute authority hitting my senses a millisecond before the heavy impact of a massive body aligns perfectly with mine. Kai doesn't slow his stride, his skates cutting a deep, aggressive groove into the ice as he hooks his stick horizontally against my hip, checking my momentum just enough to force my spine back against his solid chest. "Your focus is drifting from the perimeter, Prince," his gravelly frequency rumbles against the shell of my ear, his breath hot in the freezing air of the arena.

Clean. The entire rink went silent for half a second — then erupted. Elara screamed louder than anyone, skating toward him with her arms in the air. “YES! That’s my star! That’s what I’m talking about! Clean triple axel with a fucking cast on! You absolute legend!”