Sorry With Fire And Ice Novels & Stories

And I let it hang there, right in the silence between us because in this room, in this moment he may be the Ice King, but I am the fucking fire. ============================================= Thanks for reading :-)

"We love you Charia. We protected you…why?" "I would tell you all the truth when we get out of here, please. I'm sorry I put you in this spot. I'm sorry I hurt you Ice. All you did was love and protect me. I'm so sorry Ice. I'll get you out of here, I promise. I swear with my life." I touched his face and wipe his tears moving closer to feel his breath. I looked into Ice's eyes and then my gaze settled on his lips. "I'll get you out of here, Ice I promise" I whispered and went for his lips, kissing him sweetly. I didn't know why I did that, but it was Ice obvious and I liked him. I just wanted to reassure him he and his sister would be fine if that was going to work

1%. "He’s gone, Julian," Elara whispered into the radio. "We're on the ice." "Good," Julian’s voice was a ghost of a sound. "Look... to the South. Do you... see it?" Elara looked. Far across the frozen sea, past the horizon of ash and iron, there was a Flicker. It wasn't a glowing silo. It wasn't a drone. It was a Fire. A real, orange, flickering fire. And around the fire, she could see silhouettes. They weren't wolves. They weren't sovereigns. They were small, huddled shapes.

"I have to... I’m so sorry. For the reports, for everything. Just please, let me—" "Mm. Yes, I believe your apologies have been sufficiently noted, Lyon." But when Lyon looked up, the Alpha was grinning with a truly devilish intent. "Not yet." "Viktor... Viktor, please!" Lyon’s voice was a faint, broken thread of longing. His body was so hyper-sensitized, so hot and throbbing around Viktor’s fingers, that he was left trembling violently in the Alpha’s embrace. "I’ll do anything—whatever you require. Anything. Just please—"

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Elias Noir. I meant destroy his reputation, file complaints, maybe accidentally spill protein shake all over his gear. The platonic, vengeful kind of fuck-over.” Elias joined her, laughter spilling out until his eyes watered. For a moment, the car filled with the easy camaraderie that had carried them through countless early mornings and late nights on the ice. “Platonic fuck-over. Noted. Though knowing you, you’d probably choreograph the whole takedown like one of our programs, triple axel of revenge.”

The morning after Jason’s shift with Vincent, the almost smile he’d seen lingered in his mind like an unresolved melody. It had been faint, nearly unnoticeable, but it was there, a crack in the icy facade Vincent wore like armor. Jason tried to brush it off as nothing, convincing himself that the Vincent he’d seen in that moment wasn’t any different from the aloof doctor he worked with every day. Yet, no matter how much he reasoned, the image refused to fade. It was as if he’d seen something beneath the surface, and as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to see it again.

Eliana The voices of the people around me faded into white noise as I stared out the window, my mind no longer in the present but in the past. I thought back to the day it all started,my hatred for Melissa. EIGHT YEARS AGO. I laid in bed, my phone in hand as I read the same four words over and over again. “I'm sorry but I don't think we would work out, I love someone else I know it isn't fair that it's your sister but… I hope you understand, have a nice life.”

“Because if it is what you say … then why are you using it to destroy every living thing you see? Tell me. Didn’t you have enough people that you burned during your wars? Why would you include the innocent? Why would you include my village?!” “I’m afraid the problem is with the users. But not all of us are what you say, Larice … because like you humans, not all dragons are that bad … that brutal. Fire is but a tool, and it can be used in both ways of right and wrong. So why are you still afraid of it?” “You’ll never understand,” Larice said. “You’ve never seen it. You’ve never witnessed your parents being burned alive. Do you even know how it feels to lose a—“

We didn't want to be separated because we knew we'd miss each other too much. I hugged Austin, my lover, as tightly as I could. "My phone will most probably get taken away. It'll be after the SATs before we get to see each other again." My eyes slowly reddened as I thought about our eventual separation. I was thoroughly miserable and upset. Austin hugged me back equally as tightly. "I have another wish to make," he said. "If I can make it into the same college as you… or in the same city as you, can you please… not see other people and wait for me?

Then he pulled her close and held her with the quiet certain warmth of someone who had decided she was the most important thing and was going to hold her like it, and she went to him without hesitation and felt the warmth and the steadiness and the specific and irreversible truth of two people who had both spent most of their lives making sure they never had anything to lose. They had failed at that completely. Neither of them was sorry. Outside the window Chicago moved through its Saturday morning in December, cold and enormous and entirely itself, and the lake sat on its horizon with the patient indifference of something that had seen everything and been changed by none of it, and inside t