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Break The Ice The Party (2)
TRISTAN"Myles, away," she had said, snapping me out of the excuse I was about to spill. She met him two minutes ago, and she could tell. Disadvantages of having a smartass for a sister."Is he your boyfriend?" she asked after Myles left.I looked at the door and back at her, making a face. "Now, what would make you think that?"She studied my face and looked away sharply. "Not convincing.""No, no..." I laughed, holding her shoulders. "We go to school together, and that's it." Lying through my fucking teeth. "I just thought you'd like to see a new face, one that isn't Eros.""Really?" she smiled cheerfully. Too cheerfully.The atmosphere suddenly seemed too hot. "What's that face?"She slammed her fist against my shoulder. "Because you don't lace Eros with hickeys, stupid."I blinked blankly. "First of all, ew." The thought of Eros and... bile churned in my stomach.She stifled a chuckle. Okay, that was a breakthrough, one I would have been intensely happy about if it wasn't for— "Wh
Last Updated : 2025-01-12Break The Ice Stood Up
TRISTANI would be the last person to ponder why the crowd had suddenly fallen silent. It was no secret—the mayor and his son weren’t on good terms. But once again, we were going to prove them wrong, and act like a family in front of the cameras, even if not a particularly happy one.“Hey.” Myles nudged me. Amusement broke down my walls when I noticed his flushed face. “Get back to the present!”More silence.Then Mum linked her arm with his, feigning a frown. “Yes, Emilio, get back to the damn present.” She turned to my father, “You and Viktor.” With an exhale she looked at Myles with a warm smile. “What do you know about the orchestra’s son?”Myles smiled sheepishly. “Not a lot, Miss... Tristan’s mum.”She laughed, pulling him forward. “Great, I’ll have so much fun filling your brain,” she said, leading him away with every bold step reeking of courtesy. To think he believed he couldn’t fit in.“So, who’s he?” My father’s voice cut through my thoughts.I turned, my gaze landing on
Last Updated : 2025-01-13Break The Ice Sober Bridge
MYLESBridal style, I carried her while she sobbed against my chest. Reaching her room, I carefully dropped her on the bed, snatched the napkin box, and offered it to her.She pulled one out, pressing it against her wet, puffy eyes, nodding her thanks at me.I placed the box down, then stood up straight. Seeing her face redden, I realized I wasn't where I was supposed to be."If you need me, I'll be outside your door," I announced, about to turn around."No." She shook her head vigorously. "Please stay with me. I don't want to be alone right now."Oh. I looked down at her, my shock evident in the rigidity of my body. Carrying her out of there had been a quick decision. Listening to her struggle with her sobs while watching her father and brother go at each other's throats had to be gut-wrenching.She was taking it so well, but she didn't have to. It wasn't right that she hid her feelings just so they would feel less guilty."Please stay with me," she said again.At that moment, tryin
Last Updated : 2025-01-14Break The Ice Trapped
TRISTANThe rest of the day fades into a blue—a happy blue, a strange warmth creeping up my chest as I watch Myles push Mila's wheelchair in tune with upbeat music. The audience's eyes are on them, many glistening. From the corner of my eye, I see Mum wipe a tear as Mila's and Myles' giggles echo through the space.The shame is hard to face. He hasn't known her for even a day, yet he understands what she wants. Maybe a gun isn’t the only solution to my problems. Even if I killed Charles—which I badly want to—it wouldn’t make everything better.But Myles... The organ in my chest softens as the music stops. Seeing Mila pull Myles’ hand so he stays by her side, I frown. Myles looks at me, his face red with embarrassment, surrounded by my family. Pfft... the plan wasn’t for him to be everybody’s escort. What did they even need him for?Obviously everything. For the rest of the day, everyone shares Myles. Father makes him sit among his peers, listening to him awkwardly discuss politics
Last Updated : 2025-01-15Break The Ice Red Signs
MYLESI kicked the door hard, but it didn't budge. Turning one last time, I glared at the son of a gun, but this time he wasn't looking at me.He pulled out a bottle of wine, blowing hard against the dust, and made a face—obviously, it wasn't what he wanted. Wasn't as strong as he wanted.Sweat trailed down my back, drenching my shirt. I sighed, fingers reaching up to pop open the first three buttons of my dress shirt.I had been so afraid he was pissed at my intrusion into his family, I hadn't noticed the cellar was way down—a whole room deep into this very large house.And no matter how loud I yelled and banged my now aching fists against the door, no one showed up. No one was coming; he knew.I slid down the wall, staring up at the ceiling. What if we died in here? I looked down at my phone, the service spot screaming a crimson red. The party must have been over."Given up already?" The smug voice filtered into my ears.This time I turned and glared, glad he could see it. Just how
Last Updated : 2025-01-16Break The Ice Theodore
TRISTANMyles walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his damp, thick hair with a smaller towel. I wondered how many hours it would take for that hair to dry, and how many more hours he'd stay awake.He looked at me, sitting on the floor, on the thick bedspread I'd gotten from the other guestroom while he showered, his brows furrowed."What are you doing there, Tristan?" he asked with a frown. "Why are you on the floor?""No reason..." I answered, lying on my back and scrolling through my phone. If he noticed I was avoiding looking at him, he didn't say anything. If he'd just get clothed already... If only he knew what he did to me."So... you just decided to sleep on the floor?""You heard me the first time.""Yeah, I did. But it doesn't really make sense."I shifted onto my side, turning my back to him. "Turn off the light when you're done."He said nothing, and for the next ten minutes, I listened to him move around the room as quietly as a ghost. Yes,
Last Updated : 2025-01-17Break The Ice Theodore (2)
"...We weren't close. Even though we both went to Aspen High. I saw him around, but he didn't register in my head. Just like the others, he stayed out of my way." I wondered why... Pfft, he wasn't that observant, was he? Tristan was really going through with telling me everything. Although every word was hesitant and forced, he continued, his voice filling the darkness. "...High school was when he caught my attention... I bumped into him on my way to the rink, tending to a black eye he was trying to hide. I didn't need to ask what happened..." He sighed. "I wasn't about to. It was none of my business. Should have kept it that way." He raked his fingers down his face. "After the game, I went for a shower when I bumped into him again in the bathroom, getting knocked out." He resumed, "...So I stepped in." "I made a lot of mess, enough to get me expelled," he chuckled, "But I was needed for the next game, so I was pardoned with a warning." "Or because your uncle stepped in,
Last Updated : 2025-01-18Break The Ice Fault
'You know, I'm really going to miss you a lot.'Theodore had screamed for help in a thousand ways, a thousand and one times he had walked up to me. But my head was too far up my own ass to see it, to let myself listen to everything he was really saying. And when he showed it, I didn't believe him.That night, I called the police, and as they checked the scene, sealing the 9mm as evidence, I let them take me, let them lock me up refusing their reminder to call anyone.He had thought about this, made sure there were no other fingerprints on the ammunition except for his own, leaving me a note that said, "Don’t touch anything. Love you, grumpy."In that cell, before my uncle came through, I realized not every hurt can be blocked out. The regret, it comes to haunt you, the guilt probing until all you can do is keep trying to shut it all out.Theodore didn’t have a burial service. I watched nearby in the cemetery as his father barked orders to just "shove the box inside; he had somewhere
Last Updated : 2025-01-19
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Break The Ice Appreciation
Hiiii. Blue Haze here. When I started this book, I had no clue where it would drag me — or how deep I’d fall with it. The fact that my first step into this chaos found even a shred of success? Still shocking. But none of it would’ve meant anything without every single one of you. The story isn’t over. There will be a Book Two — and no, I still don’t know if Myles is breathing or rotting (but if you’ve made it this far with me😏, you know hope is a dangerous thing). Thank you for the likes, the comments, and the Gems — they were the only reason I kept going when the story got too...loud. --- BOOK 2 SYNOPSIS Tristan Medici has two goals: burn his uncle’s empire to ash and stand once more on the rooftop where his entire world bled out dead. He was close. Too close. Until the news came — a revelation so impossible, so gutting, it made him want to rip apart the only person he’s ever truly loved. But that was then — when life still held a little innocence...high school. This is no
Break The Ice Dusk
"...breaking news tonight from St. Augustine Hospital regarding the tragic death of the only son of a local worker. Authorities have confirmed that Astor, 19, fell from the rooftop of this very hospital late last night in what officials are calling an apparent suicide....”More ramblings from the reporter on TV, words I can barely register. I feel like a husk, a husk full of nothingness... as though my soul had been snapped into two.El Refugio is a kaleidoscope of colors; I can barely see the Boss through bloodshot eyes. He shouldn’t be standing this close to me, knowing what I could do.But it seemed as though he understood, for he had his goons surround my chair, while Al sits beside me, watching closely.It was Al who’d broken the news, the first person I saw after I revived in that white, empty room that contained only a bed and the drip attached to my wrist.Ripping it out didn’t hurt as much as it should. The excess bleeding didn’t kill me. Ripping off the soft wallpaper and po
Break The Ice Loss (2)
MYLES What more do you have to lose before you realise it isn't meant to be...Myles... your mum is gone... her heart failed and...'...You should have left me there, why do you have to bring me out...''I'm sorry.''...What are you doing...''Retribution.'I'm at the center of her ward, shoulders slumped, staring at the empty hospital bed as if she might still be here, and all I needed to do was just wait and soon I'll be hearing her voice...Carino, are you okay, Carino...But... she's gone.I knew it before the mayor said it. The way he had clenched at the wheel, his voice when he cursed, hollow and weak, with every word he dropped, it lost meaning.I should have sensed it sooner though, when Diego dropped all of those cryptic words before he pulled the trigger on his own self. It was all because of this.Retribution."Sir," the nurse beside me breaks the silence, the pity in her eyes looking at me frozen on the floor, "You need to get treated."I looked back at the bed, feeling m
Break The Ice Retribution
*You first.*I shut my eyes. I think of my mum, Tristan, and Jade, wishing I’d actually spent my time with them instead of hiding away like a maniac. Maybe in another life…Another bang. I stay still, waiting for the pain to hit, but once again, it doesn’t. I’m still on the floor, brows knitting in confusion, listening to grunts, fists slamming hard against skin, muscle, and bone—then curses. One voice sounded like…Diego?I opened my eyes, and there he was—my stepfather, right on top of Connor. The gun was out of reach beside them, and Diego’s fists slammed hard against Connor’s face. It hit me then—Diego was a burly man, something I never really noticed before.Did he come to save me? Pigs couldn’t fly though, so I had to be dreaming…“Get off me, swine,” Connor struggled, but either Diego’s sudden rage was overpowering, or Connor was too dazed from all the beating.The gunfire outside resumed.“I told you,” Diego roared into Connor’s face, “I told you I was gonna get you if you dou
Break The Ice Grey
MYLESNo way out…The only window is barricaded with iron rods, ones I had desperately tried to pull down. But the air from the window gave me a clue as to where we really are — the salty scent of the ocean brushing past my nose.There’s nowhere to run to; the walls are thick. It’s been hours since I was left here, without anyone coming to check on me. Every time I hear footsteps, my heart skips, waiting for the lock to shift, but there’s nothing — just the sound of their footsteps retreating.I’m still groggy, so after hours of pacing, I’m seated at the far end of the room, watching the door, waiting for the last step I’d hear before it all goes blank.I wrap my arms around my knees, shutting my eyes. Mum… Was she okay? Hopefully, the mayor was there and wouldn’t let Diego move her.Perhaps she’d be alright… Perhaps I should think of myself and not Tristan. But I can’t stop — can’t stop wondering if staying away was the right choice. And now, like everything that involved me, he was
Break The Ice Loss
DOMENICO"Nico... Nico, what the hell are you doing? You know this won't work."Nico felt the cold chill run down his spine as the voice filtered into his ears, trying to infiltrate his numb senses."What do you know, brother?" he muttered, watching the smoke swirl up to the ceiling. "This isn't politics where you seduce your way into things."Nico stared at the city from his window. In Viktor's background, he could pick up the faint noise of traffic and his own car blazing down the road. He didn't need to be told he was being tracked.So predictable."Nico...""I can't get the memories out of my head." His voice was quiet, eyes on the light far away. "You used to drive so fast to get me out of trouble, arriving just seconds before I got my head blown off."Nico rubbed at his eyes, the silence on the other end of the line too loud. It settled — the ghost of another time, memories he couldn't even reach.He let out a small chuckle. "The bar fights, we used to do it together. Remember w
Break The Ice Choice
TRISTAN "Where the hell is the Boss?!" I growled, slamming my fist against the thick glass demarcation. "You fucking tell me where the Boss is right now!" But the goon keeping watch only took a long look in my direction, shook his head, and walked out the door. My throbbing fists clenched against the glass. This… all of this was frustrating. Being dragged here, Nico ignoring me, throwing me into this compartment that felt like a damn asylum… and worst of all, not knowing how Myles was faring. All of it fueled my pacing, my yelling—despite knowing no one could hear me. There was a telephone on the wall at my side, the only way to communicate with the outside. But in my rage and fear, I couldn’t think clearly. I’d tried pleading once, but the goons had looked straight through me, as if I were a ghost, before stepping out. There was no way to escape. This place didn’t even have windows. Punching the glass was useless—my knuckles had already begun to bleed. I raked my finge
Break The Ice Cold (2)
TRISTANThe phone pressed to my ear wasn’t mine, but from it seeped my uncle’s voice. He sounded strange—void—and with every word he spilled, it dawned on me why there were three goons behind me, pressing a gun to the back of my head. "Follow them peacefully," the boss ordered. My brows hardened and knit together, my eyes narrowing at the florist, who kept giving us nervous glances, but not once did she reach for the phone to call the police. They had warned her… or she understood the atmosphere’s language and realized it was better to stay out of it. "Cut it out, Uncle," I gritted out, the flowers hanging loosely in my hold. "Can we do this later? After I take Myles to the hospital?" There was silence for seconds before his voice came on again. "Look back at the car, Tristan. Do you really think you're in a spot to negotiate right now?" What did he mean by—? Myles was staring at me, his jaw set, his eyes soft yet unreadable. Beside him, Jade was climbing out, her hand
Break The Ice Cold
EROSWhat was there to look at? Nothing interesting at all. Just his father strolling out of his brother's apartment, expression sullen and knuckles dripping blood that wasn't his.Guess there was a limit to the incompetency love makes you take. Sometimes you just get to hit your favorite things even when it hurts you.He was curious what his reaction would be when he found that thing dead.On the fence shrouded by tall trees, Eros watched his father wipe the blood off his hands. Then, flinging the hanky behind him, he turned to two of the goons, barking out orders.Eros pulled his hoodie up, eyes still a little drowsy from his escapade at Tristan's condo. He waited... patiently... any moment now.The old man's eyes scanned the house one last time. Then his phone rang, and he slipped into the car with his men, and the car sped off.Eros smiled... this was it.With a couple of moves, face mask set in place and the smooth, cold steel against him, he dropped down to the floor, still shro
