Winx Club Icy Novels & Stories

The deal. Kalia. The music was loud, just as expected for a Friday night. Dim lights reflected off polished surfaces casting shadows that danced across the dance floor. Everyone seemed to be having a great time, and that's exactly why I was here. I heard done my research on the best night clubs in downtown New York and I got the best reviews for club Ice. It was perfect for the type of night I was looking for, secluded away from the city life and I knew no one here would ever recognize me.

After receiving a powerful fire punch from WinX, the steel table turned into an irregular shape. To avoid the fire shots, all the members parted away from the table and stood there with their faces down. WinX was standing there with his palms burning in flames which was originally known as ice fire . He appeared to be calm but inside he was burning in rage. The fact how much he hated humans , turned into that human girl who passed their tough exam was making him mad.

“You’re serious.” “Dead serious.” JR crossed his arms, his muscles flexing under his shirt. “Thirty days becomes sixty. More if we both want it. You stay at my place when our schedules line up and no more hiding and when we’re on the ice? We still bring it, full rivalry, full contact but off the ice…” He reached out and tugged Soren’s hoodie collar aside, exposing the dark hickey he’d left. “You’re mine.” Soren’s breath stuttered. “You want us to keep hating each other publicly while fucking in private? That’s insane.”

points out Wes, "and he's been a little weird ever since." I take the first bite of my homemade breakfast, reveling in the sweetness I can finally indulge in. As annoying as Xavier can be, I still feel lucky that things turned out this way. "Let's not talk about Yi," Wes says after a long, awkward silence, "tell her about the club, Jake." "Yeah," I agree, "what club?" "We own a nightclub in the city called Moonlight. It's one of the most exclusive clubs you'll find in the state," Jake says, "and it's also how we make our money."

I turn the puck over one more time, slower now, and something cold and strange moves through my chest. Caspian carries a lucky puck. Has for years, apparently I overheard Riven mention it once in passing, something about how Beckett sleeps with it under his pillow, how no one's ever supposed to touch it or even acknowledge it exists because that's the kind of superstition that runs so deep it's become structural, load-bearing, the kind of thing you can't remove without something else collapsing. Under his pillow. I look down at the puck in my hand. Look at my bed. Look at the pillow I just pulled it out from under.

[ Scarlett POV ] There is a specific kind of silence that settles over a room full of athletes when they've collectively decided to wait for you to fail. I'd grown up inside that silence. I'd learned to skate in it, learned to read the ice through it, learned to locate exactly where it lived in my body, just below my shoulder blades, a tightening that I breathed through until it became nothing, just air, just background. I'd been doing it since I was the only girl at my first hockey camp at age nine and every boy in my group had looked at me with that same particular expression: patient, almost kind, absolutely certain.

"Now I have to find the bastard who impregnated her and ran away. She wouldn't have moved away if it weren't for him. As soon as I return from my honeymoon, I will do some proper investigations on the guy." I nodded. "I will help you find him when you return." We turned toward the house, but Chris stopped and looked at me. "So, have you thought about my request?" I sighed and ran my hand through my hair before I answered. "Yes, I've thought about it, but I will play for one season." "Excellent!" He patted my back and walked away. I shook my head and walked toward the refreshment table to refill my glass when I found Nymeria pouring juice into a small pink bottle.

Only the soft blue security lights reflected off the cold, smooth ice. The air was freezing and quiet. Ethan walked into the rink area with his hands deep in his coat pockets. He stopped at the edge of the wooden boards. In the middle of the dark ice, a single person was skating in slow, smooth circles. Adrian was not wearing his pads or his helmet. He just had on his dark shirt, sweatpants, and skates. He moved beautifully, his blades cutting thin lines into the clean ice. Adrian saw Ethan. He made a smooth turn and skated right over to him. He leaned his elbows on the top of the boards. His breath made small white clouds in the cold air.

I don't know how she managed to convince him to get back with her, maybe he likes her more than he'll admit, although the way he's eyeing up the other girls in the limo, I'd be surprised. "We're here." Stacey shouts, pointing at Sam's, the new club in town, which has gone overboard with decorations, it looks like a real ice palace, complete with fake snow raining down on us in the entrance. Keeping to the snow theme, all the drinks have got frosty names and there's a self service slush puppy machine in the corner.

All the men left one after the other remaining the girls. "How was it?" Charlotte asked as she attended to her friend's injury. "It was terrible, Charlotte. Allen is a vampire..." "And so is the rest of them - Xander and Kyle while Drake is a white witch. Ben is ordinary." Charlotte interrupted her, filling in the space. "Wait, how did you even know?" "Kyle and I are mates," Charlotte revealed to her. "Mates?" Jane mumbled then she remembered what Red had said to her that party night regarding vampires looking for their mates or something like that.