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“You know there is a special meaning of that flower. That flower only blooms during winter and it means love and someone I know said that it is a perfect gift for a partner during winter so, please accepts it. I don’t know what to say so I just hugged him and grab the flower in his hand. “Thank you so much” I cried. I can’t help but to cry because this flower is much related to us. A flower that blooms in winter. This is the idea I write in the paper. This book is entitled “The flower will bloom in winter”. Oh yeah I already did mention the book before so, yeah, I don’t know if I am going to write a tragic one but I want it to be fluff.

The man said as they nodded before sitting infront of him. ( Come, come sit. ) "Is it ready?" Zeeshant asked as the man nodded with a smile before pulling out a small box with antique pattern on it. "Here." The man said and kept the box right infront of Myra making her confuse. "Open." Zeeshant said as she nodded before opening the box. Opening it the first thing she saw is the holy book Bhagwat Geeta which is copied from the original scriptures as she removed it and saw few other boxes inside aswell.

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One bright morning, Rowan looked at Caelum in my arms and said gently, "When you grow up, the two of us will protect Mommy together. We’ll be her knights." In that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world, wrapped in a love so deep it filled every part of my life.

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Human, I swear to the Mother Goddess that I will make your shifts painful if you say anything like that again. Alright, Goddess you are bitchy aren’t ya? Winter huffs and turns her tail at me. Well whatever wolf, I can ignore you too. I get all my bags unpacked, well at least the ones with clothes in them. There’s a suitcase that has…things…in it that no one wants to see. Well, that’s not entirely true, I think Rian would want to see them. I mean he is the Supreme Alpha so there’s gotta be some primal urge in him or something. Rian comes back in as I open my “things” suitcase and I hurriedly slam it shut not wanting him to see that side of me yet.

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.

It is a trading company. Today I have the Winter. co and several affiliated companies all over the country. Several properties and factories, hotels, and stores. And the best part is no one can find out it’s me who owns them. The companies are owned by Kian and Alex Winter, but because they are minors I am their Guardian, but there is no trace of me when anyone looking into the company. I am simply an employee from the outside. My most trusted employees and my lawyers know of course how it is.

The world around me seemed hushed, draped in an ethereal shroud of silence that only winter's arrival could bestow. My senses were tantalized by the aroma that hung heavy in the crisp air—a symphony of snowflakes, each one a delicate note contributing to the grand composition of nature's breath. This was a fragrance unique to winter, a blend of cold purity and untamed wilderness. The snow-laden ground and the towering sentinels of the forest seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the world to awaken from its frozen slumber.

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.