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Shadows Lurking
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Break The Ice Shadows Lurking (3)
**MYLES**"...If you think that's good, then you need to try this," Jake said when he was suddenly surrounded by three suited men, who loomed over him. "You'll need to come with us, sir," one of the men recited. "You're being detained for identity theft." My frown mirrored Jake's as I looked up at the men, who seemed to be closing in on our table with every second. "Uh," Jake began, an uncertain wry smile on his face as he looked from me to the men, "Is this a joke?" He laughed again. "It’s a joke, right?" The men didn’t look like they were joking. "Sir, we'd like for you to step outside." Jake’s laughter faded as he realized the suited men weren’t playing around. He glanced at me, his face contorting with confusion, then back at the men, who had stepped closer, their presence suffocating the space between us. "Woah." Jake rose quietly, as if careful not to draw attention, though it was already too late. "What identity theft? You don’t even know my name." "Jake Carter,"
Last Updated : 2024-11-23Break The Ice Green Eyed Monster
**DOMENICO** [Third Person] Above the restaurant, behind the glass walls, Domenico sat on a sofa, watching his nephew stand behind the boy. A boy he'd seen in pictures, but now here, in the flesh. His hands clenched into fists against the arm of the chair, his pulse pounding with heat racing through his veins. What were the odds? “He still isn’t picking up,” Connor’s voice broke the silence, drawing closer. Domenico could feel the concern in his tone. “You shouldn’t have come here yourself.” Domenico stood, running a hand through his hair, trying to blink away what he'd just seen. So much for a fucking transactional relationship. He poured himself a drink, raised the glass to his lips—and then hurled it across the room. Rage clouded his gaze as the glass shattered into a thousand glittering shards beneath the blood-red lights above. He knew. He always knew when something was going wrong, when all his hard work teetered on the edge of ruin. The boy—Myles, or whatever the f
Last Updated : 2024-11-24Break The Ice Little Mistakes
**MYLES** Thunder rumbled overhead, lightning illuminating the room in quick flashes. But even the storm couldn’t distract me from what he was doing to me. The kiss—his touch—it wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t even a kiss. It was torture. Torture he inflicted as he pressed me against the wall, his fingers fumbling with my zipper. I should’ve shoved him away again. I should’ve done anything but melt into him. But I didn’t. I kissed him back, matching his pace, my fists curling into the front of his shirt as his tongue slid against mine, claiming me. I pulled him closer, craving the heat of his body against mine. Soon, I was gasping for air. I tried to pull away, but he didn’t budge. My head spun as I groaned softly into his mouth, yet he still didn’t relent. I could feel his arousal pressing against my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin. Just when I thought I’d pass out, he pulled back. I struggled to catch my breath, my wide eyes fixed on his chest as the cool air hit
Last Updated : 2024-11-26Break The Ice Little Mistakes (2)
TRISTANThe silence that followed her voice was deafening.I didn’t mean for it to happen. Christ, I thought it was Jake. If I’d known it was his mum, I wouldn’t have picked up.But the damage was done.***MYLES "Myles, why are you quiet? You're getting me worried," my mother's tired voice was becoming frantic.My blood ran cold as I stared into the dimness of the room, a chill running down my back. Tristan was still pressed against me—frozen, pressed against me.What did he just... How could he...I fought hard, calming my thudding heartbeat, and finally,"Hi, Ma..." My voice was low, tone breaking. "I'm fine. I just... Are you okay?"My mum's relieved chuckle came through. "Why did you stay quiet at first? Are you sick?""No, no... not at all, Mum. I'm fine, I promise. Just home. Late nights." If I choked on my lies, I'd deserve it. "Are you okay?""Yes... Yes, I am," she stuttered. "I just wanted to tell you I laid flowers on your dad's grave minutes ago. I know how busy you are—
Last Updated : 2024-11-27Break The Ice Secrets and Memories
JADE"There's hot water in the bathroom," I said, leading him into my room. "I'll bring out a change of clothes and toss yours in the washing machine. They’ll be ready before morning."Myles frowned, crossing his arms. "I don’t know how to tell you this, but no matter how buff you think you are, your clothes won’t even make it past my neck."I would have laughed if the sadness rolling off him didn’t hit me first. Asking him about it felt as pointless as trying to beat Leo in math.Everyone knew I was the wild card of our group, maybe the wildest in the school. Myles, though my best friend, had tried to catch up once but gave up halfway through. But not once, in all the days of our chaos, had Myles stayed out until 2 a.m., soaking wet, shivering, and lost on a quiet street."Just go on," I said, giving him a playful punch. But the way his jaw clenched stopped me short. Was he in pain?"Myles, just go take a hot bath before you catch a cold."He didn’t move. His hands lingered at the he
Last Updated : 2024-11-27Break The Ice Soft Spot
**TRISTAN**Not once in my life had I reached for my rage and come back empty-handed. But this time, what stayed wasn’t emptiness—it was something worse. Hard to explain, it spiraled through me like poison, making me feel possessed. I was going crazy. I stared at the ceiling, listening to Eros’ voicemail play for the third time: *You did it again, right? Al says he doesn’t understand you. I’m mad, but are you okay?*Of course, I was fine. How dare they think otherwise? Myles should be the one crying for his losses if he wanted to cry so damn much. Concentrating was impossible. Fixing my pride? Futile. No one had ever left me intentionally. No one stayed in my head and stayed *away*. Yet here I was, calling again and again, the dial tone filling the void. He’d never pick up. And sending a message? That was terrifying. For once, I didn’t know what to say. “His loss,” I muttered as I redialed. “His loss,” I whispered again listening to the ring die. "His loss." I grumbled hours late
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"Is it just me, or have you grown a lot shorter?" "The doctor says that's what happens when you have a sister who can't keep her mouth shut." "Is that your way of saying you miss me? With all this affection, maybe I don’t need a boyfriend." "You're fourteen. I'm killing all your dates until you hit sixty." "You're such an ass, Tris." We were in front of the pool out back. When she wasn’t chuckling into my face, we watched sunlight dance across the blue water. I sat beside her, her small, soft palm resting in my large one as I counted her fingers over and over again. For a moment, I forgot what waited for me outside those gates. My smoothie lay abandoned nearby. "Well, you're late," she said, raising her chin defiantly. "I got myself a lovely boyfriend. Even a kiss on the cheek." I squinted, trying to tell if she was joking. The slight worry in her eyes as she searched my face told me she wasn’t. My stomach twisted as I rose to my feet, standing in front of her to get
Last Updated : 2024-11-27Break The Ice After Dark
MYLES Only when I got home did the weight of my decision hit me like a punch to the gut. I’d just walked away from what was supposed to be a life-changing opportunity. What had I expected? Not to work for it?There was no longer a chance to get back on the team, no fast track to success. Instead, I had to take the longer route—a college degree in medicine. It felt impossibly far away, a path filled with uncertainty and challenges.Mum wasn't home when Leo dropped me off, so plopping onto my bed, I stared up at the ceiling, letting the enormity of it all wash over me. It seemed far, yes—but not unreachable. I just had to focus.And focus I did.By evening, as the shadows crept in and darkness swallowed the streets, I found myself at Jake’s door. I hesitated, my breath fogging in the chilly air. My hand hovered mid-air before finally rapping against the wood. Part of me hoped he wouldn’t answer.Seconds later, the door flew open, and there he was—Jake, his eyes sparkling with relief as
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MYLES The neon sign buzzed overhead, *Elysium* bleeding crimson into the night. A club. Of course, it was a fucking club. Bouncers flanked the entrance, all bulk and cold eyes. One glanced at my hoodie, my bag, and smirked. “Lost, kid?” “Gabriel,” I said, voice flat. “I need to see him.” The smirk faded. The other bouncer stepped forward, his hand drifting toward his waistband. “Who’s asking?” “Myles Harold.” I held his gaze, pulse roaring. “Tell him I’m here to negotiate.” ** “Does Maria know you’re here?” The old man glared at me. “Of course, she doesn’t know. What are you doing here, boy? Leave before Gabriel sees you.” But I couldn’t leave. Not when he had the papers. Not when Mum was on that hospital bed, dying. The Elysium was a bar. It was quite easy to find, turned out it was a big spot at the center of the city. And in many ways, it reminded me of El Refugio... the loud thumping music, except when Tristan was in charge. Except this had strippers, and when
Break The Ice Shadows
I sat next to her, my head buried in my hands. It was the sterile white walls, the constant beep of the monitor, my mother lying on that bed—so pale it was as though every pint of blood had been drained from her. Slowly, I was losing my breath. Losing myself. "Your mother has a severe heart condition. Without a transplant, her chances of survival are slim." Slim. The word was a death sentence. My chest tightened, and I struggled to draw in a breath. My mum—my rock, my anchor—was slipping away, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It all made sense now. The first time she had slumped—this was what she had been hiding. All those times she had gone on her secret trips, it had been because of this. Leaving me out until the very end?! Even when I had succeeded in getting rid of Diego, I still couldn't reach her. It was like, with every step I took, she took three more away from me. "...I'm sorry." I froze, raising my head to see those dim eyes on me—the first time
Break The Ice Interlude
**A MONTH LATER** **JADE** "Good evening, students, parents, teachers, and anyone who accidentally wandered in thinking this was a free event with snacks," the principal began his speech with a playful smirk. The audience roared with laughter. Everyone except the three of us—Natalie, Leo, and me. I gave Leo a reassuring smirk. He was going to come. But the more I did that, the more I knew I was lying to myself. It had been a month since we'd last seen him, since that final day at the hospital. I had no clue if he was coming today. When we spoke last night on his new number, his answers had been vague. It was graduation. I never imagined our graduation would feel like this—just plain. Others looked like they were having fun, but maybe, if we could just believe Myles when he said he was alright, then maybe—just maybe—we could have fun too. "Today, we gather to celebrate the Class of 2010—a class so brilliant, so resilient, and so determined that even senioritis couldn’t
Break The Ice Betrayal
TRISTAN"Myles is awake," my uncle announced as soon as I slid into the car, the words falling from his lips like a storm. "He's been awake for two days."I turned to him, disbelief clouding my thoughts. The weight of his words sank in slowly, dawning slowly across my mind. "Two days?" I echoed, my voice disbelieving. "Jade said...""Jade lied," my uncle cut me off, his voice cool, almost amused. "He told her to lie to you. Now, why would he do that?" His gaze flicked to me for a moment, his eyes narrowing, as if searching for something deeper. "Could it be... that Myles doesn’t want to see you, Tristan?"I froze, my heart stumbling in my chest. Nico was testing me, prodding at my wounds just to see how I'd react. He could be lying, weaving his own twisted version of the truth, just to make me squirm. But then again... what if he wasn't lying? My uncle was never a liar. He wouldn't do that to me. The way Jade had sounded when we spoke yesterday... something had been off. But Myles w
Break The Ice Sacrifices¿
TRISTAN I hadn’t played in the next match. I stayed in the locker room, waiting for it all to be over. And when it finally was—Sharks winning with points—Coach Daniel walked in and sat beside me. “I’m sorry I made you do it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. He wasn’t looking at me, just staring at the wall, his hands clasped between his knees. “I didn’t know you two were that close. I understand why you two had to keep it a secret.” “It wasn’t a secret,” I cut in, my voice sharper than I intended. “I’m not closeted.” “Sorry,” Coach sighed, running a hand over his face. “I thought… I thought it would help. Give you something to focus on. But I see now I was wrong.” I didn’t answer. What was there to say? That Myles wasn’t just a teammate? That he wasn’t just a friend? That he was everything? “The team won,” he said after a moment, his tone lighter, like he was trying to shift the mood. “They pulled through. Because of you and Myles.” I didn’t respond, just stared at
Break The Ice Sacrifices¿
TRISTAN My lids fluttered open, coming face to face with gray ceilings and dim light. It felt like a million monkeys were playing the banjo in my skull. I winced at the pain, swallowing hard. This looked like a hospital. How long was I out? Hopefully just a few hours. How was Myles? Had Jade replied to my messages? I pushed myself up, ignoring the pain pounding in my skull as I searched the bed for my phone. It couldn’t be here—I’d left it in the locker room at the stadium. No issues, though. All I had to do was borrow one anyway. “So that’s the game you play. Hockey?” That familiar voice came from behind me. “You played lovely—that’s what I would’ve said if you actually did. It looked like you half wanted to fail.” Uncle Nico appeared before me. “Why?” he mused. “You look surprised to see me.” “Not really,” I said. It was the truth. “Can I… have your phone for a minute? There’s a call I have to make.” He stood next to me, the amusement gone from his face. He tilted my h
Break The Ice Jump Scare
JADEThe next two days, without Tristan occupying that seat beside Myles, I felt strange. The ward itself felt like a graveyard, the silence between Leo and Natalie growing heavier with each day. Filling the silence was the soft noise flowing from the TV. On it was Tristan, a god on the ice, Myles’ gear wrapped around him like a vice. He played like a zombie, programmed to floor the rink. But I knew it was his shattered heart. His rage.How Natalie convinced him to go? No clue. But he texted constantly—demanded photos, updates, proof Myles hadn’t slipped away. Judging by the hollows under his eyes on camera, I doubted he’d slept since leaving.I scrolled through my phone, thumb hovering over Tristan’s last text—”Tell me if he wakes up.”—but Myles hadn’t so much as twitched.Natalie stood rigid by the window, her reflection warped in the rain-streaked glass. Leo slouched in the corner, jaw clenched, eyes bloodshot. The TV droned in the background, replaying clips of Tristan’s game.
Break The Ice Sacrifice¿
TRISTAN “…What the fuck are you saying?!” Tristan gritted, eyes blazing. I was surprised Coach wasn’t ash. “Tristan, listen—” “To you?” Disbelief and rage crackled in those grays. “Myles sacrificed every damn thing for you, for the team, but you’re ready to discard him? Replace him while he’s fighting to breathe? Why should I listen?” Fists coiled, he stalked to the window, staring blind at the glass. I doubted he saw anything but the ghost of Myles’ smirk before he became this. “I get it,” Coach said after a minute of suffocating silence. “You’re grieving. We all are. But this isn’t about Myles anymore.” Every word was gasoline, fueling Tristan’s rage. His shoulders tensed, knuckles bone-white. “He better stop talkin’,” Natalie muttered under her breath, catching Tristan’s first lethal glare. She knew. We all did. “Myles was a great Forward. I wish—more than anyone—he could be up there instead of you, but…” “Then postpone the fucking game until he gets better!” Tris
Break The Ice Grief
TRISTAN "...Let me get this straight," the investigator had said, pushing the recorder between us. "You knew when he left but pretended to be asleep. Two hours later, he was shot, but you didn't deem it fit to call him?" I'm sprawled on the chair, watching it all fade to oblivion. The seat, although now empty, in my head is occupied—by the thoughts of the older guy, a deep gash through his skull, spilling blood and brain matter on the table. "Your relationship with the victim—was it private?" "There... was no relationship." "No relationship, hmm... Then please, Mr. Tristan, tell me what it was all about and why it was private." "It was a deal." "What was the deal about?" "I can't tell. Myles wanted it private." "Myles, huh... or you? Are you out of the closet yet? Is it too far-fetched to say the victim wanted something more than being hidden?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Too far-fetched. I was never in the closet." I had folded my hands across my chest, the mental i
