Sorry With Fire And Ice Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'm such a bad girlfriend. "...Baby I have missed you like crazy. Why did you do that to me huh? Why didn't you answer any of my calls..I....shit are you crying baby ?What happened ?Are you okay?..Sunshine please talk to me.."McKenzie said worriedly , obviously panicking as she realized that I was crying "I-m s-sorry " I sobbed hard "No don't apologize..I'm sorry for raising my voice at you ,I promise I'm not mad at you..I just missed you so much and you didn't want to talk to me--"

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

But the one thought that bugged her the most was what will happen to their relationship if there's any. She felt his large calloused hand holding her small one with such a delicate touch like she's a glass doll, if he touch her she'll break. "What a-are we?" She breathed feeling his thumb caressing her knuckles. His grey pools of emotions met hers as he smiled sadly. "We are fire and ice. Ice yearns the warmth as fire yearns the cold. Yet the both can't collide its impossible, making the yearning run deeper and hurt harsher. We are impossible." The man stated as a tear rolled down his eyes.

"I'm not going to ruin you. Are you going to ruin me? Fuck me up?" "How will I do that? You don't love me." "What if I do one day?" "I will never do anything to hurt you, Wilhelm. Not purposely at least." He smiled and she smiled back at him gently. "Now that we're back to going with the flow, what's next?" "I will relight every fire you quench inside you once you're completely healed. We're going to have a lot of fun, Destiny." He flipped her on top of him but gently. She shrieked and burst into laughter.

I had remarked. "One of the many reasons I love you, Kev. You're Fire, the unquenchable flame of my life." "And you're my Ice, Claire. The only one who stops this fire within me from spreading beyond control." ****** I heaved a sigh as tears fell on the file in my hands. For the first time, her ice wasn't enough to save me. I picked my bottle alongside my barely lit cigarette before strolling outside. Across the hallway, down the stairs where I found them with gloomy expressions as they watched TV. My Mother, Aunt Flora, Uncle Walker, Gabriel and Rose. They noticed my presence but none of them could utter a word.

"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.