Yuri On Ice Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

Lily sat beside me wrapped in one of my hoodies dramatically eating fries like she was attending live theater. “This is already toxic,” she announced happily. Daniel skated past our section first. Lily narrowed her eyes immediately. “Why does he look like he smells like cigarettes and bad decisions?” I choked laughing. “I’m serious.” She pointed dramatically. “That man looks like he drinks energy drinks for breakfast.” Daniel slammed another player into the glass during warmups hard enough to make people yell. Lily blinked slowly. “Okay wow. Anger issues.” Then Ryan skated onto the ice and he took my breath away. Literally.

“He makes us run suicides on ice. Suicides. On. Ice.” “Sounds like cardio with extra humiliation. Love that for you.” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” “Obviously. Someone has to enjoy it, since you clearly aren’t.” Isaac retorted. I sighed. “The man’s a sadist. Yesterday he made us sprint on the ice until I swear I saw stars. Then when Samantha was late this morning, she got stuck with extra drills, which meant I had to keep up so she wouldn’t collapse.” I said.

Yuri’s fingers traced absent patterns on Akari’s arm, her heart still buzzing from the confessions they’d shared under the moonlight. Akari stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet Yuri’s. A sleepy smile curved her lips. “Morning, Chan,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. “You’re staring again.” Yuri blushed but didn’t look away. “Can’t help it,” she admitted, her voice soft. “You’re here, it’s real.” Akari’s smile widened, and she leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Yuri’s forehead. “Very real,” she said, her tone teasing but warm. “Now, about those pancakes I promised.”

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 Wilson is the NHL’s unbreakable “Ice Wall”—the goalie who never cracks, never fails, and never lets anyone see behind the mask. Until a public panic attack during a championship game shatters his reputation and puts his starting position at risk. Forced into mandatory therapy with the team’s brilliant new sports psychologist, Dr. Amira Frank, Sky expects another person trying to fix him. He doesn’t expect the only woman who sees the man behind the Wall… and refuses to look away. As the playoffs approach and someone inside the organization leaks his private struggles, Sky must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save his career—and whether the one person who can help him is the on

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