Yuri On Ice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The soldier grabbed the dagger as Yuri collided, sending the blade into her heart. Once Amber recovered from the memory she approached Yuri. Without a word, Amber kissed him, passionately. Amber took his hand and led him into her bedroom. There she stripped his clothes and fell into a heated exchange. Yuri made love to her with his mouth for hours, punishing her for leaving him. Amber let Liajyre have control and watched as the two lovers tasted each other’s bodies.

Strobe lights flickered over designer drugs, silk shirts, and Bratva soldiers in fitted blazers pretending not to be watching everyone. Yuri leaned against the VIP bar, a drink in hand, his smirk too polished, like he’d rehearsed it. A girl clung to his arm, her lipstick smudged, but his eyes locked on me. He shoved her aside, not gently, and the flicker of cruelty in his gaze made my stomach twist. “Thought you weren’t coming,” he said, pulling me close, his fingers digging into my waist a shade too hard. “I was bored,” I said, forcing a smile, but his touch felt wrong, like a lie I’d been ignoring.

With that, he was gone, and Yuri was left alone. Yuri groaned beneath her bedclothes, pressing the heel of her palm against her forehead. Just why had she allowed herself to be talked into going to a bar by Selina last night? Then all this wouldn’t have been so damn awkward! She pushed herself out of bed and turned on the compact disc player. It was of course a classical CD, and for a few hours at least, Yuri forced herself to listen to the music, and tried to steer her thoughts elsewhere rather than towards one Ren Shibasaki.

" But I don't think I'll ever deserved someone like you either. " " I love you. " Yuri said hoarsely. " It's the truth. I love you, Kathryn Ice and our little Yumi or Yuki. " He didn't have to hear her say it because her love had never been in question. " I love you. " A trembling hand touched his face. " I see it in your eyes, Yuri. " " You'll always see it, sweetheart. Always. Forever. "

VALENTINA My phone buzzed against my lap, a low, persistent vibration that sent a thrill straight down my spine. Out on the ice, Horace missed another pass, his posture rigid with a simmering fury. God help me, but I was reveling in his distraction. Every single time I picked up my phone or pretended to read a text, I could feel his heavy gaze locking onto me from across the rink. Was it petty? Maybe. Did he deserve every single agonizing second of it? Absolutely. After weeks of him treating me like the enemy, it felt intoxicating to finally hold the power.

Things were definitely not fine. I pressed my palms over my face, breathing into them, as if I could block out the mess closing in around me, especially hockey and the boys . The very word, hockey , made my stomach twist. I never asked for it, never wanted it, but here I was, tangled up in a sport that demanded everything I didn’t have. My old town barely saw snow; ice skating had been foreign to me until we moved here. Everyone else seemed to skate like they’d been born on ice, but me? I was a stumbling mess, a girl chasing after something that wasn’t hers. It was ridiculous.

"Today, he yelled at me again because of Celine. I feel so wronged. I never bullied her, but he refuses to believe me. "Baby, Mommy played music for you today. Did you hear it? I’m so excited for your birth, for the day our family can live happily together. "He locked me in the room. I’m so hungry, and I’m so scared. Baby, you have to be strong. Mommy will protect you. "I’ve been locked in the ice cellar. It’s so cold. Baby, I don’t think she can hold on much longer. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. Ronan, I hate you. I will never forgive you."

He smirked She began working on him and for the first time, she saw him close his eyes with his mouth wide open in pleasure. "Do you like that?" He grabbed her and pinned her inserting himself into her. "Do you like this?!" he groaned. "Zaylee how are you?" a voice rang from the other end of the call. "Am okay Jazz" "Did it work out?" "Ye, but I don't think..." "Stop Zaylee" jazz yelled "I don't appreciate your negativity" "It's just that...." "No matter how tough he seems to be he will meltdown just a little longer you will have him fully"

Breath was visible in the cold air as one spoke. The trees, rooftops, roads, and streets were covered with a layer of white snow. Kids ran around, building snowmen and playfully hitting each other with snowballs. The water below the bridge was frozen, the same bridge where Zarya had stood before just to end her life. He traced the railing of the bridge with his gloved hands, and when he reached the spot where he remembered her standing as clear as if yesterday, Sergei took off his right-hand glove and caressed that area with his bare hands.

🤍RAV🤍 I snuck into the school just to watch the infamous Arctic Wolves and the Ice Vipers play, and the energy on the ice was charged in a way that made my fingers curl against my thighs because I could not wait to prove myself tomorrow. I already got my admission letter folded in my back pocket, the paper damp from my shift at the bar, but there was no way I was missing this match. I had to hurry to finish my job and I forgot to use my suppressant and scent blocker, and I did not realize it until I was already inside and the door had swung shut behind me.