Yuri On Ice Novels & Stories

His chest heaved against his chest protector. "Touch my gear again, Kessaro," Elliot whispered, his voice dangerously low, "and I'll break your hand." I gave him a slow, arrogant smirk, stepping back and patting his shoulder pad twice. "Just looking out for you, stepbro." I turned on my heel and skated out onto the ice, my pulse racing with a sudden, intoxicating rush of triumph. I might be losing my heart to him every single day, but on this ice, under these lights, I was going to push Elliot Sorelli until his perfect, unbreakable control completely shattered.

leanor replied. Her hands were clenched under the table, she wished she could hit the sly smile away from Erica's face. She chewed her tongue quietly to suppress her anger. She knew she needed to endure for the sake of her son. Erica looked at her in surprise. Was Leanor really not hurt? Her face looked very beautiful and fair, she wore a black retro suit. Erica gritted her teeth at how beautiful Leanor looks, after what happened four years ago, Leanor should have been broken and not able to pick her life back.

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.”

Chapter 30 Monsters on Ice Atlas Kane "Three months ago, Harlan thought he could break us. Tonight, we just took his team's home ice." The banner hung from the rafters before we'd even finished the handshake line — CHAMPIONS, gold letters catching the arena lights, confetti still drifting down in slow spirals over the ice we'd just won on. Cody's stick was raised over his head, visor fogged, screaming something wordless into the roar of the crowd. Hunter had him by the back of the jersey, hauling him into a bear hug that lifted his skates clean off the ice.

Against the Ice Beckett Hayes is a star hockey player with one goal: win the scholarship that could change his future. Then there's Aitor Valdez—the one player Beck has never been able to stand. For years, they've been bitter rivals, constantly pushing each other's buttons on and off the ice. But when graduation finally separates them, they think they've seen the last of each other. Until they end up at the same college. One unexpected encounter changes everything, and suddenly the line between hatred and something far more dangerous begins to blur. How long can they keep pretending there's nothing between them?

Maybe Yuri grew soft because J City people are not as stubborn as Russians, they are just normal people who want to live their lives in peace, and he took advantage of that and instilled fear in them to get them to do what he wants. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I woke up feeling like I was being watched, I know I sent DJ and Krystal away. There is one person who could be in here Yuri, or his men. I turned and put a hand under my pillow gripping my gun in my hand then quickly turn then pointed my gun. “Woah! It’s only me.” damn Yuri, I think I need my place now, him coming into my penthouse like this just because he owns the hotel does not sit well with me.

She had entered the mansion with Sarah to put on a bathing suit on the little one and now she was carrying her in her arms, who was already dressed in a bikini all pink and full of ruffles, which made Sarinha even pinker. She had also changed her clothes and was now in a discreet and elegant navy blue swimsuit. Soon the two of them were inside the pool, Sarah was supported by a colorful and extravagant float and had fun laughing a lot at the jokes of her grandfather, who had also put on a pair of swim trunks and was in the pool with his wife. "I need to have a very strong drink," Julia said. We were sitting on sun loungers by the pool, while the others, Cecilia and the boys, had a few drinks

I pulled away, but the ground dipped under my feet, and my vision blurred. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard footsteps. Sharp and measured. A chill swept over me. Even drugged, even half-conscious, my body recognized the presence before my mind caught up. Misha. I didn’t know how long he’d been watching, He stepped into the patio light like a blade drawn from a scabbard. No words. Just one look at Yuri. Yuri froze. “Just partying,” Yuri said, too quickly. “No trouble here.”

"I want to hug you. Don't you like me hugging you?" 00Shen Jianchuan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "I like it, but you are still young..." 00"I'm not young. I'm an adult now." Yuri put her lips on his neck. She found that she really liked him. He was not honest on the surface, but he was also a gentleman in his bones. If he had been with another man, he would have been unable to control himself. 00She was not confident in her charm. Instead, she was sending herself to someone's door. How many men could resist her?

"You know he can't stand disrespect." Ryker shrugged, unfazed. "Green-Hill players haven't earned my respect yet." "They haven't earned mine either," I chimed in, giving Ryker a pointed look. "But you might want to save the attitude for when Coach isn't around. He doesn't take kindly to that shit, and you'll be doing extra hours on the ice if you disrespect those assholes." Grayson snorted and shook his head. "Calling them a bunch of assholes isn't exactly respectful either, is it?"