Trapped By The Ice Book Novels & Stories

Ice. My gaze lifted to see it—a vast, semi-frozen lake stretching out before me. The light blinked faintly on the other side, impossibly far now. My stomach dropped as I realized the truth. Between me and freedom was this expanse of fragile ice and frigid water. My body betrayed me then. My legs buckled, the strength draining from them as I collapsed to my knees on the frozen bank. The cold pierced through me like daggers and my breath hitched as the first sob broke free, raw and guttural.

This was ridiculous. I pondered the situation while waiting for the elevator, finding this whole thing odd. Why was Lee suddenly acting like this? Just then, I heard footsteps behind me. Something felt off, so I turned to look. Instantly, the person clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me to a corner. I struggled, but he was too strong. I couldn't get away. Only after I was dragged to the stairwell did I realize it was Jeremy.

I am trapped by my own worlds and thoughts and it is so hard to break free as I was being trapped in a literal way. Once again, I am trapped into the unknown.

“Isa! Richard! Help me, Isa!” Isabel got distracted by a butterflies and didn't notice the approaching figures. She was startled when she heard Liam screaming for help. It took her a moment to realise he was being Kidnapped. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw Liam struggling in the men arms. "LIAM!" she screamed, running toward him. She nearly reached him when One of the figures swiftly pushed Isabel away, sending her tumbling to the ground. The other grabbed Liam, and dragged him into the van.

I walked to the far stall, went inside, and locked it. The silence hit me like a wall. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. I wasn't a good person. I knew that now. I was a liar and a predator, and I was enjoying it. I was enjoying the way I was dismantling David Petrov’s life piece by piece. A wave of sudden, violent frustration washed over me. I turned to the tiled wall and pulled back my fist. Thump.

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.

The breaking of ice and the snow fading away, her gaze diverted to the ground, the snow now was frozen, it looked like a frozen ocean. And she saw herself banging hard on the frozen ice, her breath seemed to be running out and Snow panicked, she tried to help but couldn't. The hitting and smashing of the ice but it didn't budge, her replica self drowning and Snow eyes widened, the frightened look in replica eyes and she stretched her hand. Her hands passed through the ice and Snow's whole body was sucked in, the ice closing instantly. Snow panicked and her replica hands fiercely hitting loudly on the ice, but no one was there to save her.

In fact, maybe it wasn’t smart in her book to be talking about it. He cleared his throat and she knew the ideas were sinking in his head too. She should feel bad for putting it there, but she didn’t, not really. Her eyes drifted from him to the fireplace and then to the floor, and mentally she had to shake her head. She was getting colder just a bit ago but now the room was heating up to a temperature that was fast becoming too warm and she was tempted to crack a window open. She tossed the blanket aside and went to the window, leaning her forehead against the glass, hoping the coolness would help. “You okay?” She wanted to scream from the mountain tops that were practically her backyard tha

Trey looked shocked, and then a big smile came across his face. "It is going to be alright," Trey says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. " Wait, what the fuck are you doing here?" "Good to see you too, Ava." "I mean, you were kidnapped," I said, looking Trey up and down. "I was, and now I am not." "How?" Trey took a deep breath. "Bieve, let me go; your old boss has been arrested." "I hope Bieve has been arrested as well?" I asked, looking more intently at Trey. "She has been admitted into an institution." "Bieve is not crazy," I said, starting to get mad. "She has had a psychotic break. She was raving about how she wanted to cut your babies out of you and wear your skin." "What the fuck Trey

I blurted out taking in the view of the darkening seacoast. He stood next to me and remarked, "It gets better in the morning." I became cold all of a sudden, but I related it to the fact that I had removed my sweater because it was too hot. As a result, I should have been hot. Before tonight, I never knew it was possible to feel so free and so trapped. The staff had all slipped out, like quiet shadows, so that we were utterly alone in the room. Miraculously resisting the impulse to break down or run away, I said. "I need to take a shower."