Wrist So Icy Wonder Why She Like Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her green orbs looked so dreamy as he twirled her around and held her so close. "You're going to freeze and break my arm if you keep squeezing hard like that." Morph's tease penetrated my thoughts and I looked down after withdrawing my hand from his arm. His sleeve on which my hand had perched had ice on it and the fabric was a bit squashed. When...? Did I...? How...? "Sorry. " I said, feeling rather funny. The Hall's effect was wrestling the anger and confusion I felt.

Something shot through my body at the contact. Something that felt electric and warm in a way that had no business existing in a -22 degree freezer. It moved up my arm and settled somewhere in my chest, somewhere that the cold had not yet been able to reach, and I held my breath waiting to see if she felt it too. But she did not react. “W-what are you doing?” she asked, eyebrows pulling together. “H-helping you,” I said, gripping her wrist with what little strength I had left. “So we can get it done this time and go back to h-hating each other.”

"Why do you keep calling me that?" "Because it suits you." His smirk widened, but there was something else in his eyes—something unreadable. I swallowed hard, trying to push past the way my stomach flipped at his words."Why? Are you a doctor?" I rolled my eyes, hoping to mask my nerves with sarcasm. His deep chuckle sent shivers through me. "Aren't you a little feisty thing?" Before I could react, he stepped closer, reached out, and grasped my wrist. The moment his skin touched mine, sparks exploded through my body, making me inhale sharply. A shockwave of warmth and electricity shot up my arm, spreading through my veins like wildfire.

I opened it slowly and my shoulders dropped in relief. “Miley?” She smiles wide, stepping in before I even invited her. “Missed me?” She hugged me, but something felt… off. Maybe it’s just everything that’s been happening. Maybe it’s my nerves. Maybe I’m just tired. We sat down. She talked about random things. The news. Fashion. My upcoming shows. She acted normal and too friendly. Until I saw it. Her wrist moved as she reached for a glass. Silver and shiny.A cracked charm hanging at the edge.

Moena yelled at her , " Why are you in a hurry ? Sis ... she whispered the last part , Listening to the last word moena made an ice web to trap Mica with it , but Mica didn't bat a lash as she twisted her finger and her ice couldn't reach mid wau from her and it splattered and dropped on the ground with a little thud . You bitch, I am going to kill you, how dare you come in her and call me your sister you bitch !! , A gasp escaped her lip and she looked at her , And why do I feel like .... She didn't want to finish her words and attacked her , she couldn't use her ice powers on her but she could use her body to fight her , she reached for her head and twisted her hair painfully earning

I whispered as I caressed her face dearly, but before I headed to the desk, I felt a jolt of electricity passing through my body when I felt Hayden's hand on my wrist, but there was none. Curiosity, I checked my wrist once more and looked over at Hayden's. It was empty, but feeling a strange sensation of gentle warmness wrapping around my wrist, I knew that something was wrapping around it. The more I scrutinized my wrist the more I began to see a gently rose thorn swirling around that later connects with Hayden's. I gasped, but instead of being frightened, I was more amazed at how serene it was making me feel.

I wrap my arms around her, feeling the slight tremble in her body as she hugs me back. Her tiny arms fit perfectly around me, making me feel like a giant in comparison. I can't help but smile at the contrast between her delicate frame and my own, feeling a surge of protectiveness towards her. "Nighty-night, Ice Queen," I tease, before I start to walk away. But her grip on my arm stops me in my tracks, surprising me with her sudden boldness. Her lips are slightly pouted, giving her an innocent yet alluring look that I can't resist.

"I meant I wanted to know the reason before." She remained silent. "I don't trust you, Scarlett. Not even a bit." I said those words truly. It was the only truth. "Then it's your problem, not mine. Deal with it, the way I am dealing with you." She turned again but I held her hand. Her wrist fitted well in mine. Her fingers brushed my palm. There was something about them. Every time I saw them, they moved bizarrely and made me relaxed. Just perfect. The way they are meant to be. I often wanted to touch them or even caressed them.

I gasp, clutching my wrist, my vision swimming. My wrist. I can’t feel my arm. Just pain that makes me scream. —*

She quickly took off my shirt, a mixture of anger and passion in her eyes. After taking off my top. And take off my bra too. I'm just silent, accept whatever treatment is given. I wanted to scream, while the ice cream that was still full was spilled on my body. The cold sensation of the ice cream plus the warmth of Gerald's tongue which started to lick my whole body covered in ice cream. Makes me shiver. What is this crazy thing again?