Yuri On Ice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The alpha had already picked me as his daughter over her, but I still feel insecure right now with what was seemingly becoming her fate with the powerful Lycan. I don't want to believe they are mates. It just shouldn't be. And I won't be alive to see the Lycan prince mark her. I'd rather die than allow that to happen! "Get up from there, bitch!" My voice rang out throughout the class and was followed by the sharp, resounding sound of my slap that lashed against the back of her neck. Her screeching cry followed as she jumped from the chair abruptly, clutching at her neck as she stumbled away from me in fear.

he murmurs. And then he’s gone. The house feels too quiet without him. I sit there for a long moment, staring at the empty doorway, heart pounding in a way that has nothing to do with the hangover. I want to be the person he thinks I am. The person he believes I can be. The person I used to be. And the only way to do that… is to get back on the ice. I pull out my phone and text my mom. Lena: Can you come get me? And bring my skates?

Yuri looked at me lustfully. I closed my eyes and nodded "mmhh y-yes" i shyly agreed. Fuck! Fuck! "Ahh! Aya-kun!" Yachi moaned when he put my thing into his own ass and started moving up and down. "Ahh i..can't" this is too much! My body feels weird. "Ah! Aya-kun!" He continued shouting my name until we both came. Yuri thrusted faster making my body shiver "ah no! I-it's..ahh!" Fuck I can't continue my words.

I could feel the frantic, rapid pulse point at the base of her throat. “I don't care about the network. I don't care about the draft. When I saw him step toward you, everything else went black. The rink, the scouts, the money—none of it mattered. Don't you get it, Summer? I'm not acting anymore. I haven't been acting since the moment I pulled you into that courtyard kiss." Summer went entirely still. Her breath hitched in her throat, her dark eyes wide as she looked up at me, searching my face for the lie she always expected to find.

"Rough break. You’d think after the first time, you’d learn how to keep a girl’s attention. Or maybe you’re just better at playing defense than keeping what’s yours." ​My vision tunneled. I stopped, my skates digging into the rubber mat. I turned my head just enough to see the smug, crooked tilt of his mouth. He looked so effortless and relaxed. Like he wasn't about to go out and play a high-stakes game. ​"Go to hell, Rossi," I spat. ​"Already there, sweetheart, and I also plan to take you there with me. You don't belong to the light anyways" he winked, pushing off the wall. "See you on the ice. Try to keep up."

Chapter 15: Olive’s POV My phone buzzed in my hand, the vibration sending my heart into overdrive, and I grabbed it so fast I almost dropped it, eyes still locked on Zane, who'd already turned his attention back to the crowd of women surrounding him like he'd forgotten I existed. It was a text from an unknown number, and the second I opened it, my stomach dropped. You've got two more days until I make you mine. Ciao. —Your favorite hockey player, Ryan

Not today. Today, everything felt slightly off rhythm, like even the ice was aware of the noise around me. Whispers followed anyway. I could hear them between drills, between passes, between moments where I pretended not to notice the way people looked at me longer than necessary. Nikolai made it worse just by existing in my proximity, which he seemed very committed to doing. At one point he skated past me too slowly, brushing his shoulder against mine and muttering something like “don’t miss me too much, baby,” just loud enough for nearby players to hear.

"I promise to try." "I'm Tyson's girlfriend." I said. "OH MY GOD!!" Charlotte screamed. "Charlie!" My voice rose. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...." She clapped both hands over her mouth, eyes wide, her breathing loudly, her chest rising. "What? How? Why?" She removed her hands from her mouth. "I'm his Fake Girlfriend." I said slowly. "To make Skylar jealous so she comes back to him. I show up to his games, his parties, we look convincing, she gets jealous, she comes back, it ends."

Gosh, our mate is hot, my wolf Axel growled in my head as soon as Maya stepped onto the ice in her new uniform. I couldn’t even argue. She looked strong and quick, her dark hair tucked under her helmet, eyes sharp and focused. Don’t just stare, Axel pushed. Go claim her. “Not now,” I muttered under my breath. Coward, he snapped, then went silent, shutting me out. I exhaled, jaw tight. He wasn’t wrong. Our mate was right there, gliding across the ice like she owned it, and I was still tangled up with Lia. I’d promised her… and I didn’t even know why I’d let it get this far.

I said as I pushed off the wall. I could see the panic in their eyes. They were about to lose me. “Now, hold a minute,” Skinner said, grabbing my hands. “You can’t just leave after flirting with us like that,” His hands were clammy and moist, and I fought the urge to pull away. “Yeah,” Wrench said and eased closer. “You have got to make it worth our time, Yulia,” He sneered and licked his lips hungrily. “And what if I don’t want to make it worth your time?” I asked.