Yuri On Ice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

"You all were spectacular. And I have plenty of gratitude to go around." Without waiting for an invitation, Lyon pulls Brandon into a staggering kiss. The enforcer’s lips are cold from the rink, but his tongue is a searing intrusion. Brandon’s momentum carries them across the ice until Lyon’s back hits the boards with a dull thud, eliciting a soft gasp of shock and arousal at the Alphas's raw strength. The arena is beginning to empty, the fans filtering toward the exits, leaving the ice to the pack.

"Because you always do this, Nymeria. You have always done this. Every single time." "Done what?" "You’ve taken things that weren't yours." Her voice was flat now. "Boys, I liked. Attention I had already earned. Do you remember Tyler Brent? My crush for an entire year. I had spent an entire year trying to get him to notice me, and then I walked into the bathroom at Keeley's party, and there you were with him. Pressed against the wall, hands everywhere." I stared at her. "He forced himself on me."

Chapter 9 (Valentina's POV) Damn it! How do I find a way out of this situation now? I can't tell him I would kiss even a frog for my notes. That would be a new kind of low even for me. And on the other hand, I also don't really hate the idea of kissing him which is completely messed up I know. I was supposed to hate him from the bottom of my heart simply because he is a hockey player.

Bianca whispered, flashlight trembling in her hand. Maya pointed to the rink’s center. “Center circle. That’s the heart of the school.” They shuffled onto the ice, slipping, steadying each other. Maya leaned on Bianca’s shoulder to reach the middle. She knelt, brushed away frost with her sleeve. Under the clear glass of ice, a dark stone peeked through, carved with two roses and a blade. “It’s here,” Maya whispered. But as she reached for the stone, a voice crashed through the empty arena.

The place no longer feels peaceful. “Help me, Mikhail. I know you’re there!” “Where are you?” I ask frantically. “What are you. . . .” I trail off when I see something rustling the tall grass at the edge of the cliff. I rush toward it, pushing down the spiky leaves until I find a pair of hands clinging to their roots. I look down, and I see Yana dangling off the cliff. “Please don’t let me fall,” she whispers, her face red and her hands raw and bleeding. “I’m so scared, Mikhail.”