Booktok Winter Books Novels & Stories

"I wasn't ... the nicest to her. Someone showed me something about her, and I believed it. But maybe I shouldn't have, you know?" I don't have time for teenage drama, but I nod anyway. I can at least be sympathetic. "When we find her, you'll have the chance to clear things up with her." "She's with Alec." His brow furrows, and I can sense the rivalry there. Apparently, Winter is popular with the boys at her school. "Who is he?" "A vampire. He's ... different, though. Kind of a weirdo." I glance out the window, and this time, I see something dart behind a building. Instantly, I'm on high alert. Straightening up, I stare at the corner across the street. That looked like a person, and they were

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

Miranda was momentarily taken aback, but she quickly realized he was referring to the technical books she'd left in the study. "Fine." With that, Miranda hung up. Hansel held the phone to his ear and pursed his lips tightly when he heard the silence on the other end of the line. Meanwhile, Miranda realized that the books might be too heavy for her to move them on her own. She decided to call Winter. "Are you free tomorrow? I left some books at Hansel's mansion. Can you drive me there to help me move them?" Naturally, Winter agreed. "Sure, you put so much effort into those books. Leaving them with that jerk would be a waste. I'll drive over to pick you up in the morning."

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

Piper yawned in reply, curling into a perfect circle atop the books as if she’d just completed a highly productive shift. The bell above the door jingled sharply just before noon. A woman stepped inside, tall and precise, her coat the deep green of frozen leaves pressed tight against her frame. “Do you have anything that feels like winter?” she asked, her voice crisp, deliberate. “Genre?” Aria prompted, tilting her head slightly. “Poetry. Something cold,” the woman said, scanning the shelves with sharp eyes. Aria nodded and moved gracefully toward a narrow shelf, her fingers brushing along the spines until they rested on one. She pulled it free: The Book of Hours by Rilke. She handed it to t

Soon, old scandals resurfaced, banks withdrew loans, partners abandoned ship, and reporters besieged the mansion. Kirk updated me. "Richard blames it all on Olive, saying she colluded with outsiders to drain the company. Liam and Neal have cut ties with the Winters and are being hunted by Richard's enemies." I paused on a page—an equity certificate for a biotech company my mother owned. In my past life, Richard had obsessed over it but couldn't unlock its technological secrets. I closed the file. "Time to let him know what it feels like to lose everything." Three days later, the Winters Group declared bankruptcy.

And after this rest, this deep breath of cool fresh air, we are ready for the sweet mischief of spring. Under a dove grey sky the colours of world don Jake's winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before as he looked on the path which sparkles and crunches, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings him right into the now, into the moment of life. Though the flowers sleep and the trees show their lofty arms once more, a smile plays upon these cold pink lips of his. For as much as he loved the summertime, he love the winter more. For every perfume of the meadow, there is the earthy loam of the newly-lit forest floor.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

"Sini ikut aku." Winter berjalan mengitari perpustakaan, dia lalu ke ruangan paling pojok, menekan tombol ruangan dan terbuka. Ruangan rahasia yang menyimpan buku-buku sihir untuk penyihir tingkat satu. Buku itu berterbangan, tidak seperti buku di ruangan depan yang tertata rapi dalam rak. Heena baru tau ada ruangan seperti ini. Setiap buku itu dilapisi bubuk peri, jadi bisa terbang sendiri. "Ini dia bukunya," ucap Winter. Dia meraih buku bersampul merah, buku yang bisa menunjukkan peta dunia, Winter menujuk salah satu daerah.

It was very lively. As night fell, snow began to fall from the sky. Winter in the north seemed to be like snow, and the pure white snow made Ice and Snow all the more beautiful. Avery leisurely strolled along the road to the Autumn Forest Shop and also stayed in the Education Bookstore for a long time. It was as if she could only temporarily forget about the pain and trouble Blake had brought her. She was also keen on books on medicine, but they were sold all over the country, and Harbin's shelves were no different from S City's.