Novel & Cerita Sorry With Fire And Ice

’ kind of way. “Anyway,” Ice said. “I just wanted you to know that I know that I was way out of fucking line. I’m sorry.” Vixen blinked at him, totally surprised at every single part of this surreal conversation. Ice had never apologized to anyone for anything, she didn’t think, and she hadn't even known that it was something that he was physically capable of doing. “Well, thank you,” she said slowly. “I appreciate that.” “So does this mean – can we –”

The first swallow burns hard enough to make my eyes close, and I welcome it, because at least whiskey has the decency to be honest about what it does when it enters a man: it burns, it alters, it makes control more expensive. I pour another. Cal Mercer is coming to Denver. Cal Mercer is coming into my locker room, onto my ice, under my authority, into the daily machinery of my life. Where I will have to look at him without looking too long, and speak to him without letting my voice become what some buried part of me already knows he wants it to be. I take another drink. For six weeks, I’ve told myself that whatever the fuck happened between us in that hallway was a moment, a collision, a dis

“I am Ice.” A flicker of shock crossed his face as the temperature dropped. His breath misted in the air between them. “Sophie..” Her tears spilled, hot and cold at once. “I am not a consort. I am not a stand-in. If you cannot claim me fully, then you will not have me at all.” He stepped forward, lowering his voice, his eyes fierce. “I can help you control it. The ice. The power. I can teach you. We are fire and ice, you and I. We belong together.”

I told him and watched his eyes widen while the fire finally burnt through my flesh, turning me into dust before his eyes. "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you," the words left my lips in a whisper. "No, No, No, please!" He yelled, but it was too late; I sensed myself burning and fading until there was nothing left of me but ashes; nevertheless, that flame was drawn out as I felt an ice liquid splash on me.

Perse was right, it’s exactly five minutes since she said it was gonna rain, it’s raining really heavily right now. The girls all smiled staring at me, obviously waiting for me. I stood up. “Come here,” I said and walked towards the window. I opened the window and stared at the water dropping for a while before putting my hand in the rain and immediately it turned to ice. They gasped and exchanged glances. “Ice!” They shouted at once and I immediately released the rain which started pouring out water again. “What’s wrong?” I asked wondering why they screamed. Is it bad? “Wow,,that’s crazy. We have fire already and now ice? Sounds interesting,” Odetta licked her lips and I scoffed.

Despite the loud noise, he remained calm, his expression unreadable. "I see why they call him the SHL's ice machine. Dude never breaks a frown." I scoffed, wondering why I even noticed it. I was about to turn on my heels when I heard an annoying voice. It made my skin crawl. "If it isn't Rie Frost... I see you're still sulking about losing to Eli during the last maths competition. It hurts being beaten at your own game, doesn't it?" Says the self-proclaimed 'girlfriend' to Eli.

I said approaching her till there is no space for the air to go between us We were gazing into each other's eyes and it's just like fire and ice, drowning in each other, suffocating each other, killing each other as the fire melts the ice and the ice puts the fire out. To be continued...

It's a breathtaking sight, one that fills me with awe. As I watch in amazement, Loic enjoys my awed reactions, a smile playing on his lips. The fire engulfs his arm, a shimmering veil of warmth and light, and my concern bursts out. "Loic, be careful! The fire...it could hurt you!" He chuckles softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "Don't worry, Isa. Fire cannot harm me, I was born from the flames." With a wave of his hand, the flames dissipate, leaving his arm unscathed without a single blemish.

"If I hadn’t, you would have frozen solid." "And if you hadn’t, we wouldn’t be hunted," Ignis snapped back, his golden eyes narrowing. "We’re trapped in a hole, hiding from a pack of zealots, while you’re busy apologizing for existing. Does it ever stop? This... sorry phase? Or are we just going to wait until the Silver Moon kicks the door down and finishes the job?"

‘What the hell,’ I hiss, attempting to move forward but stopping as a wall of fire erupts from the ground. ‘It’s that bastard Barren,’ Silas growls. ‘Isabella! We need you!’ ‘Coming!’ She calls, appearing beside us. As she stops, a wall of ice erupts from her and crashes into the wall, but when it connects, it does the opposite of stopping the fire; instead, it makes it explode and race straight for us. [Alphonze’s POV]