Arctic Cold War Novel Novels & Stories

My phone vibrated, and the screen lit up. Veronica had posted an update. In the photo, she wore Nathan's military uniform jacket and leaned against his chest. The caption read, "Finding you amid the smoke and gunfire… was worth all the pain." I calmly swiped across the screen and clicked "Unfollow". Downstairs, the car the guard had called for me had already arrived. I got in and gave the driver my destination. "The military airport." The car started and drove out of the compound gates. Just then, a black military jeep approached from the opposite direction and cruised past us. Through the half-lowered rear window, I caught Nathan turning his head to talk to the person beside him. Veronica w

SKY’S POV We tried to get back to something normal that week, the way people do when a threat doesn’t announce itself again immediately and the silence starts to feel, dangerously, like safety. Amira came over Thursday night, the two of us cooking together in my kitchen, deliberately ordinary about the whole evening — chopping vegetables, arguing lightly about how much garlic a dish actually needed, the particular ease that comes from choosing to believe, even temporarily, that nothing outside this room could touch what was happening inside it.

" I bent over and got into the car without even looking in her direction. The car drove off with me inside it, just like that. Soon, her cries of despair and the flashes of cameras were nothing but a speck in the distance. Sunlight rained through the window and landed on my face. It spoke of something aloof and cold, but also of resolve and new beginnings. The fetters of my past were shattered and no more. What lay before me was a path to a new future. Yvonne's tears and late regrets would be buried in the sands of time, along with her broken reputation. Artemisia was smiling at me. When she spoke, her voice was gentle and filled with delight. "I helped you snag a 10-billion-dollar project,

He knew I was trying to hide. As we walked out of the main doors, I could feel dozens of eyes on my back. I glanced toward the kitchen windows and saw the other maids peeping through the glass, their mouths wide open as I walked side-by-side with the Alpha to his car. My cheeks burned with deep shame. The drive to the massive arena was completely silent. When we arrived, the stadium was already buzzing with thousands of shifting wolves and human fans. Williams escorted me straight to a secure, private VIP box right at the edge of the ice rink.

“ How could something as heavy as that fall on the floor like this ? “ said Noah confused . Aron looked around then saw that the books that Ayla got from the library on the floor . Both two copies . He opened his eyes wide in shock and hurried over to open it but it was stuck . “ Aron , what are you doing ? “ asked Noah . “ She may be in there . “ said Aron . “ In there ?……..Is that possible ? We have been searching for more than thirty minutes over this area and we haven’ found anything . “ said Noah . “ Those books pin the floor are the books I went with her to the library to get . She must be inside this refrigerator . “ said Aron trying harder to open it . Noah looked at the temperature

The worn cover felt comforting in my hands as I opened it, eager to lose myself in the mythical tale, or should I say a reality directly linked to me. With the book in hand, I flipped through the familiar pages, absorbing the details of the Arctic wolf's legendary tale. I reveled in the facts, many of which Xavier had already shared with me. However, my journey took an unexpected turn as my eyes landed on a section dedicated to the Arctic stone. My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone.

Protect my heart and the only family I have left. The days go by strangely quickly, and it doesn't take long until Arina comes to inform me that we are just a few hours from Agreis. The weather should have been enough for me to know this, because now it is so cold that it is impossible to stay in the basement with the books. The air down there is even more freezing than it is up here. Maybe because of all the ice in the water. I take books to read in our cabin, next to two braziers, covered up to my nose in thick fur, and still shivering until I can no longer do it.

The only cold part of me now was my hands, which were still holding the wine glass I hadn't touched yet Satisfied with the kiss, I felt a pang of disappointment when he pulled away. "Nick..." "I hope this will be enough for a few days. I'll be back." He whispered before kissing me again. His hands that were wrapped around my wrist moved to my shoulders. The only cold part of me now was my hands, which were still holding the wine glass I hadn't touched yet. The faint smell of aftershave and mint lingered in the air as he disappeared behind the door.

he said, his voice full of quiet wonder. “We built a hearth,” I said, leaning into him. “The universe gathered around it.” The first frost came, silvering the Commons and etching the Tidewater Trail’s rails. Elara experienced cold for the first time, her breath making tiny clouds, her eyes wide at the strange, crunchy white stuff on the grass. We were in a new season, in every way. One final, symbolic task remained. The “Almanac” notebook was full. Arthur had sourced a beautiful, linen-covered blank book for its successor. But before we could start Volume Two, we needed to properly close the first.

Perhaps because he was already a Lieutenant Colonel at such a young age. Thus, every time Jonah appeared by the village entrance, he would be stopped and beaten up. After a few times, Jonah gave up and no longer dared to show himself. Even when he headed to the construction site, he would take a longer route, not passing through our village. The last time I heard of the Lloyd family was at the wedding of my marriage to Andy. They died in a blizzard without any money or food. They starved to death in the middle of the cold, harsh night. Just like what happened to me in my previous life.