Mr Ice Princess [discontinued]

Mr Ice Princess [discontinued]

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(this story is discontinued. sorreh) You have probably watched figure skating at least once in your life. You probably admired how easily they slide from one foot to another, jump, spin and how in harmony with the music they seem. You've seen the beautiful, loveable part of figure skating. Riker Evan knows the other part. He knows the blood, sweat, pain and tears that come along. He's been on all the extra workouts, he has taken care of the bruises, wounds and broken wrists, he has woke up 4 am for training before school and he hasn't had a summer break for ten years. But he loves it. He loves every single part of being a figure skater. But will bullies, stress, broken bones and an unexpected opportunity ruin his first senior World Championship? Suddenly he isn't that sure what he wants anymore. ©2014 cxncrete All Rights Reserved
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A competitive figure skater is forced to trade places with a rival hockey player in order to avoid being kicked out of the rink. Blurb- "I see you have met Aiden," Mr. Hansen said to me, popping his head over the railing from the the top of the bleachers. He looked quite ecstatic that Aiden and I were already talking. "If you don't already know, Zoe, Aiden is going to be joining the hockey team starting effective next week with the new sponsorship." I forced a fake smile onto my face, gritting my teeth. "How did we get so lucky?" I turned my attention back onto Aiden, quirking an eyebrow as I looked him over- just trying to get an input of who this guy was. The man was stupidly handsome - if you managed to get past the oversized ego that sat on his shoulders. "Enjoying the view?" His sexist comment snapped me back into reality, resulting in me letting out a not-so-ladylike snort. "Please, the only reason I have to look at you is to try and figure out just what it is exactly that would make you so smug, but as far as I can tell, you have absolutely nothing going for you." Despite my effort to get a response out of him, he smirked as if accepting the challenge. "Besides the fact I am the number one center in the state of Massachusetts?" "Am? Don't you mean was? Now was looks bad on a resume." Aiden's jaw clenched, and in that moment I would have been dead if looks could kill. I was pretty sure that if it'd been legal for him to hit a girl, he would have already been on the ice by now. But it wasn't, and I'd clearly just won. I felt quite satisfied with myself and decided it'd be fun to rub some salt in his freshly wounded ego. I turned and sprinted across the ice before looking back over my shoulder and blew him a fake kiss, lifted my left leg up, and smacked my butt in a sense to let him know that he can just kiss my ass before I'd let him take over this rink.

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