روايات وقصص ضمن Amidst A Snowstorm Of Love Novel

"It's just me Aczeqiel. Don't stare at me too much and maybe I will melt. You will lose a beautiful girlfriend." He removed the specs he was wearing and washed his face. "You know that's annoying? It's going to be Christmas and then suddenly a storm is coming? It's said to be Typhoon Lily Iris with very strong winds. You're going to be careful there, right? It's just sad that there's a storm around Christmas." I was tormented by what he said. As I struggled, my eyes caught Mama coming down our stairs. Like me, she is also wearing a dress, only hers is green. I stood up and faced my phone screen.

"He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart." She slowly closed her eyes, and blood stained my shirt collar. "Nathalie... if only I weren't such a fool." Her eyes shut, and her hands slipped from my neck. Then, there was only silence. All that was left in the howling snowstorm was the sound of my crying. … After the snowstorm passed, I made my way down the mountain alone, rushing straight to Riverton City. I got there just as Chester's engagement party was starting. Right when Chester was about to slip the ring on Rose's finger, I burst into the room. "Chester, Janet has passed away, and she sent me to give you a wedding present!"

His eyes darkened with something fierce and new as they held hers, the air between them crackling. Outside the window, rain pattered steadily against the glass, a soft witness to their love taking root, blooming in the storm. They eased down onto the narrow bed together, facing each other in the cramped space—one small mattress forcing them close, breaths mingling. Their eyes locked, deep and unbreaking, saying everything words couldn't. He pulled the blanket over them both, cocooning their warmth. Outside, night deepened as the rain grew wilder, lashing the window in fierce sheets—just like the love storming to life between them, unstoppable and alive.

he said, voice low, “we clean the candy chaos. Tonight, we rest.” “Deal,” I murmured, curling closer. And as the stars blinked above us and the soft glow of our home spread across the yard, I realized that this — these quiet in-betweens after the storm — were the moments I’d keep forever. The laughter fades. The candy melts. But love — this kind of love — always stays. END OF CHAPTER 118

“... What should I do now... Should I... Should I go back? But... What if he teases me? What if he thinks am a pervert? ” Below, Frostveil was becoming more and more indistinct because of the heavy snowfall and the wind. Only the amber lights of fire in the houses could be seen. The first real snowstorm of the season was here. Anything that was more than ten meters away hard to see. The place was cold, deadly and beautiful. So was the man waiting inside room. She stayed out there until her lips went numb and her ears burned from more than cold. In the end she could no longer endure the cold, Only then did she admit defeat.

The bright street lamps outside made it look exceptionally beautiful. "Look. It's starting to snow." All traces of sleepiness immediately vanished for both Dylan and me. Dylan hugged me tightly from the back as we both admired the first snow falling outside the window. Then, he whispered into my ear, "I love you." Everything was so breathtakingly perfect, transcending all worldly chaos and strife.

Amanda argued. Jonathan lowered his gaze as he looked at Amanda with a gentle expression. He had never looked at me with such tenderness. My heart bled once more, and the pain became more unbearable with each breath I drew. Even though I had expected such behavior from Jonathan, I couldn't help my heartache. I watched mutely as he carried Amanda to the bed and opened the soup flask. He poured her some soup and said, "Be a good girl and have some soup, Amanda. It should help you feel better."

I close the distance between us, feeling the need rise up within me along with a surge of pure lust. Her lips claimed mine, igniting the fire I'd come to crave. But as the heat surged, her face faded, replaced by another — a thought, an image, uninvited but persistent. The stranger from the night before, good lord, not again! I couldn’t shake the pull, not even here. Vanessa's touch grounded me, but the stranger's shadow loomed larger. Who was she, and why couldn’t I shake the feeling that our story was far from over.

I let my hands find their way around his neck, the gravity of the moment pressing down on us. Outside, snow swirled like a curtain, sealing us away from the harsh world beyond. Inside, every ounce of distance vanished, every hesitation and unspoken word dissolving into the quiet melody of two souls surrendering to a truth they could no longer ignore. That night, as the storm raged and the fire crackled weakly, we discovered warmth in each other—not through words or promises, but through something far more meaningful. Something that neither of us would ever wish to undo. By the time dawn broke, painting the peaks outside in soft gold, the storm had passed—but everything between us had irrevoc

When that night finally ended, Mike slowly woke up. His eyes shifted from dazed confusion to icy coldness in an instant. He looked at me with cold eyes and said, “Shannon, I’ll be responsible. I’ll marry you.” At that moment, my heart swelled with complicated emotions. I was secretly overjoyed by his promise, but also filled with anxiety over how it all began. I thought that maybe I was going to live a happy life, but reality turned out to be far crueler than I had imagined. One encounter at a gathering shattered my fragile hope like a bolt of lightning.