Sorry With Fire And Ice Novels & Stories

The quick glances down each other's body, the visible heartbreak and pain we are both suffering from but I can't help myself. Isabella" I sigh and I take my hands out of my suit pockets. They're clammy and I need to hold her. I need to touch my girl. To take her home with me and let me sleep next to her for the next week. "Please don't," she says as she steps a little further back from me. Her hands in front of her as a signal for me to stop where I am. So I do. "I hurt you and I'm so sorry" I explain but it's useless. I've already lost her.

“Love is a flame. Power is ice. The closer a man draws to the crown, the more the flame dies. And if it doesn’t... the ice breaks him.” “Boris isn’t ice,” I said. “He’s fire.” “Then he’ll melt,” she said flatly. I shook my head, defiant despite the searing pain. “Yes, he’ll melt the ice before it breaks him! You’re wrong. He wouldn’t betray me. Neither for power, nor for your games.”

It truly looks like a flame. “They are beautiful. I have never seen anything like them. The combination of ice and fire.” I mumble as both Robert and Kai chuckle. I look at them and raise an eyebrow. “What?” I say with a chuckle. They both smile, shaking their heads. “You need to stop watching G.O.T.” Robert says and I roll my eyes. I’m right though the Ice Lily causes mayhem, but the Dragon’s Flame burns it away. Yeah, that’s lame, but still it is like ice and fire.

Fires burned bright and fiercely. My body no longer held any feeling for pain as I again slammed into the ground. A large door made of ice stood before me. I moved without thinking—my hand resting against the cold surface. Dark magic poured from my fingertips, fire pushing into the ice, melting it away, layer by layer until nothing stood in front of me.

I feel like I'm on fire and then I feel like I'm lying naked in the snow. I hear the odd voices but can't place them as a wave of fire runs through me, followed by a wave of what feels like pure ice. When the darkness calls, I welcome it, falling back into its nothingness. The next time the darkness releases me, the waves of fire and ice have calmed and are a little more bearable. I hear those voices once more, but still can't decipher who they belong to or make out what they are saying.

If being ruined was the price of her forgiveness, then so be it. Even if she ends up with Aiden. Even if she never looks at me again, it didn't matter. What mattered was for her to know that I was sorry. Then a message popped up. “ The warehouse is on fire and Leah's inside

_Hum_. Low. Deep. _Wrong_. The fire _stuttered_. Not out. _Backward_. Flames pulled back into the logs. Smoke sucked into the chimney. Ash became wood. For 3 seconds. Then time snapped forward. Fire roared back. We all stared. “Did you…” Darius breathed. “No,” Nero said. Eyes wide. “That wasn’t _ice_.” Lyra was on her feet. “That was _Two_.” Kieran was already moving. Gun up. “Explain.”

We stood in the freezing silence of the Soho street, the sleet turning our hair to silver, the distant sirens of the city acting as the soundtrack to our wreckage. The truth was out. The projection had laid everything bare, and the monster had been exposed. But the pieces of us were still scattered on the ice. Jaxson looked down at me, his eyes pleading, his chest heaving under his charcoal coat. “Can we... is there any way to fix this, Summer? Can I make this up to you? I will do whatever it takes. I don't care about the franchise, and I don't care about the draft. Just tell me what to do."

“No. Actually... I thought you were brave as hell for showing up.” I didn’t know what to say to that. Nobody had ever called me brave before. Pathetic, fat, weird? Sure. But brave? I lowered my arms slightly. “You don’t even know me.” “Maybe not. But I was curious.” I narrowed my eyes. “Why?” He offered a half-shrug, like even he wasn’t sure. “You read something once. In AP Lit. Junior year. Poem about the moon. It stuck.” My brain glitched. “You remember that?”