Thin Ice Novels & Stories

I could feel it like a hand pressed between my shoulder blades. +++++ Practice started at six in the morning. The rink was already bright and hard and cold when we stepped onto the ice. Twenty two boys and me. Everyone's breath came out in white clouds. Skates scraped and cut as people warmed up and I pulled my helmet down low and let the cold settle into my skin.

“You don’t tremble like the others.” “Should I?” she whispered. “No.” His answer came too quickly. Too firm. He looked away, like he had revealed something he didn’t intend to. Then he handed her a small velvet box. Elara blinked. “What’s this?” “Open it.” Inside was a thin silver bracelet with a tiny flame symbol carved into it. “It’s a tracking cuff,” he said. “But it will never hurt you unless you break the rules.” Elara hesitated. “Does every slave get one?”

She squatted in front of the water and di-p her hand in it,,the water was so cold. She suddenly smiled when an idea stucked into her head,,she controlled the water with her mind and it turned to ice immediately,she grinned wi-dely but the smile was short lived when suddenly the ice broke and melted, ‘What’s going on?’ She thought and t©uçhed the water,it was almost boiling,,so h0t. She looked up and turned to Kingston but he didn’t move,,she turned back to the water and tried freezing it again but each time it happens,the water melt right away. She stood up feeling frustrated and walked to Kingston angrily

“Look at you. Already leaking for me. So fucking stubborn… and so fucking mine.” Soren cursed, reaching for JR’s shoulders, his nails digging in as the other man wrapped a large, calloused hand around him and stroked with devastating confidence. The contrast between their usual violence on the ice and this raw intimacy made Soren’s head spin. “JR…” he gasped, the nickname slipping out unbidden. JR’s eyes flashed with triumph. “Say it again.” “Fuck you.” “Wrong answer.” JR’s strokes slowed to a torturous pace. “Try again.”

A few minutes later>>>>>>>> I arrived at the avenue and was using my eyes to scan about her as I kept walking. I soon saw a figure I couldn't mistake from afar. It certainly was her. No other soul would wear a skirt that short. It literally revealed her butt cheeks. It was a uniform like style with a tight white crop-top shirt and a red and black flared checkered mini-skirt and not to mention long white socks and a pair of white sneakers. Ain't no way this girl wasn't a hoe, I concluded.

I strolled on this ice field like I was in my home. However, Efrain dislikes the extreme cold very much and naturally despises this place openly. He hurriedly entered my purple space. I couldn’t blame him. After all, this kind of cold was bone-chilling to the extreme, and only creatures with ice attributes and unique physiques could survive this extreme cold.

My fingers were so numb from the sub-zero air that I could barely register the bite of the sharp metal against my skin. With a ragged breath, I slammed the right spike into the face of the ice. A sharp, crystalline crack echoed through the silence, sending a shower of frozen shards cascading down into the black abyss below. I tested my weight, my boots slipping slightly before catching a narrow ledge of stone. The ice held. "One step," I whispered to myself. "Just focus on one step."

Clyde, the orchestrators of this cruel game, sought to crush my spirit, to break me down. The relentless cold seemed to penetrate the very depths of my being, leaving me shivering and vulnerable. It was as if the icy tendrils of winter were determined to claim every inch of my existence. With each inhale, a sharp ache pierced my chest, a painful reminder of the frigid air that surrounded me. Desperation filled my gasps for breath, as if I was grasping at the last remnants of warmth and hope.

‘THEY’RE BREAKING IT NOW! The needle slides into the right side of my neck, the plunger depressing with agonising slowness. The sensation is immediate: liquid nitrogen injected directly into my veins, freezing everything it touches. I can feel it spreading, a horrific cold that burns worse than fire. It targets the invisible threads connecting me to Zane.