Yuri On Ice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His eyes narrowed slightly as he explained, "It's that enigmatic and remarkable she-wolf from college that many people secretly admired. The talented Lucia. Honestly, just thinking about meeting her again makes me kind of nervous." The hand I was using to brush my hair froze mid-motion. Of course, I remembered Lucia. Yuri once had a crush on her, but he never got the chance to confess since Lucia left to continue her studies in neutral territory. I had thought that Yuri had long forgotten about her. Yuri looked at me and pursed his lips. "Ophelia, don't tell me you had romantic ideas about us. I mean, we grew up together. Sure, you're gorgeous and taking, but I've always seen you as my best

When Fremingo said this, his eyes were as cold as ice, and the temperature in the living room also dropped a lot. Yuri looked up at him. For a moment, she felt that this was the real Fremingo. Cold, scheming and vindictive. "But if you don't like it, I can get rid of it all." Fremingo grinned evilly. All of a sudden, the cold air around him was gone, as if it was just Yuri's illusion. She hadn't seen the man's true face yet. "Let's go downstairs to eat. I'm starving to death." Yuri put her phone away, stood up and walked out.

SKY’S POV Training camp shifted into the regular season, and something about carrying a genuine relationship into the grind of an eighty-two-game schedule changed the way I approached everything, on and off the ice. Petrov noticed it first, during an early scrimmage, skating up beside me during a break with an assessing look in his expression. “You’re reading the ice differently,” he said. “Calmer. Not overthinking every angle before you commit to it.” “Feels different this year. Not sure how to explain it beyond that.”

I just kept moving, trying to outrun the hurt. My feet took me to the hockey arena without thinking. The building looked empty and silent in the late evening. No crowds, no lights on full blast. I found a side door that was somehow unlocked. Maybe the team left it open after practice. I slipped inside. The place felt huge and hollow. My footsteps echoed as I walked out onto the ice. The cold seeped through my shoes right away, but I didn’t care. I sat down right in the middle of the rink. The ice bit through my pants. Tears fell freely now. I hugged my knees, letting it all out. Quiet sobs that echoed a little. Why did I let myself fall for him? The fake relationship turned real for me, but

She leaned on me heavily. I caught her before she went down, my hands finding her waist, steadying her with the automatic ease of someone who had been on ice since he could walk. "I've got you," I said. "You better," she muttered into my shoulder. We started slow. Her grip on my forearms was tight enough to leave marks, her eyes fixed on the ice like it had personally threatened her. I kept my hands on her waist and moved backward, pulling her forward, watching her feet find something matching a beat.

A sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Good," he breathed. "Good." He wasn't angry. He was thrilled. My mind, which had been frozen in terror, just... snapped. The cold, hard, "fact" persona shattered, and the raw, furious, terrified Yara came screaming back. "Get off me!" I roared, my voice a broken, savage sound. "No," he purred, his smile a flash of white teeth. "The lesson has just begun." He pushed himself up, but he didn't move away. He grabbed my good arm, his grip like a steel trap, and hauled me to my feet.

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

When I gave him a small smile he softened a bit as he teased me. “You’re adorable like this, Aria.” He said roughly and then dipped a finger inside of me. I whined and my eyes screwed shut, enjoying the feeling of his long fingers. We started kissing again as he opened me up. The two of us worked on each other's respective clothes until we were naked on the bed. It felt so wrong to be like this with my professor, with this Alpha, but I couldn’t help myself; the mate pull was too strong. When Atlas nipped at my neck I moaned and grabbed the back of his head before whispering.

Nothing more. I needed him to say it back to me, needed the words out of his mouth so I could believe they were real, so I could believe that whatever had happened between us in that bar, in his bed, in the hours before the sun came up, could actually stay contained in the box I'd built for it, the same box I was already failing to keep shut. Because if he said it back, if he actually agreed, then maybe I could convince myself this was manageable. Maybe I could survive an entire season standing this close to him on the ice without doing something incredibly stupid.

I stood there, frozen, as Chris looked at me with eyes as dark as ever. He approached me, and that made me tremble. He ran his hand down my arm, sending chills down my spine, but my feet wouldn’t move to get me out of there. He tried to kiss my neck, and my neck hairs stood straight up. “You just don’t know how lonely I’ve been without you,” he said. I wanted to vomit. Just then, Ayana finally appeared, and that made him stop and practically hiss at seeing her. “I hope you didn’t miss us too much,” she said.