Bubble X Snowball Novels & Stories

He's going to freak his first time down the hill. I scoop up a hand full of snow, making a snowball. "Come on, you have to see the view at the top of the hill." I throw the snowball hitting him before running away laughing. I hear him growl out as he comes after me..

With a loud splat, the snowball exploded on impact, sending a shower of icy cold snow cascading down the front of her shirt. “WHAT THE HELL?!” she yelped, immediately shivering as the snow seeped under her collar, sending a cold shock through her body. Across the clearing, Caius stood, arms wide and a mischievous grin spread across his face. He had thrown the snowball with deadly aim, and now he shook the snow off his hands like a cat that had just knocked something off a counter. “You were distracted,” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

She happily frolicked on the snowy ground like a child. Xander watched her play and recorded all her moves with his phone quietly. He wanted to treasure each of her expressions on his phone. Xander was taking his filming seriously, but Abigail was causing trouble. She was no longer satisfied with just throwing snow into the air. Abigail turned around and threw snow at passing tourists. She muttered, "Fee, Mel, let's play a snowball fight. Hurry up and hit me."

I knew my dad thought the idea of me running track was foolish, but he kowtowed to my stepmother, and I didn't want to make waves. Sadly, my disgraceful running behavior had made me the brunt of several jokes. "Hide the dust bunnies, Snow's on the loose. We don't want her to fall." Unfortunately, that one had been making its way around school lately. But others popped up every so often. "What's the difference between Snow and a tree?" they'd ask. Answer: "A tree sways, Snow falls." And another: "What do a leaf and Snow have in common?" Answer: "They both fall."

Less than a second later, *piff* *piff* *piff* The first bullet hit a snow ball, both cancelled each other out. The second and third bullets hit the second and third snowballs. These two bullets' momentum was not completely cancelled out, but they slowed down enough for the snow tiger to casually use a paw to hit them away. One of the bullets that was hit away sunk into the thick snow right beside Wilson's head. "Dear Mother!!" Wilson exclaimed in fear and struggled even harder to break through the ice. "Damn, nobody said Snow Tigers possess snow abilities." The less attractive lady spoke out. She retreated while trying to trace the tiger's body shape through its blurry zigzag movement.

He made Lynn over a hundred snow ducklings and built a snowman for Ash. The nanny got cherries and carrots from the kitchen for the snowman's eyes and nose, making it look lifelike. After about an hour in the snow, Xavier asked the nanny to take the children back inside. He also reminded her to make them some hot chocolate to warm them up. Then, he headed to the second floor to see how Gabriella was doing. He entered the bedroom to find it warm and toasty. She seemed to be doing better than he'd expected.

Sir John bellowed before ducking down below his fort. The ladies fell behind their snow wall as a massive volley of balls came their way. Audrey shrieked as a slush of snow and ice landed on the top of her hooded head. There was a chorus of distant laughter from the other side. Audrey stood up to shout at them since the weapons were supposed to be fashioned of fluffy snow, not hard packed with slush and ice, but Horatia jerked her back down as another flurry was unleashed. The balls flew past the empty space where Audrey had been standing moments before.

I could see him getting anxious and restless in anticipation. "You sure you want it?" I asked, my voice coming out deadly and sharper, laced with Snow's tone. He shook his head greedily. "Yes Aurora yes! Give it to me already!" His voice boomed. "Then take it!" And I let all the energy flow out of my hand straight at his chest. He welcomed it with his arms stretched out and started absorbing it, not knowing what I was actually doing. His figure started to glow with the white light as his feet lifted off the ground slowly. He laughed in victory, enjoying it.

“Cover me!” Nicholas stared down at the snowball and frowned. “Wait, what’s happening right now?” “Nicholas! There’s no time! Make more snowballs and cover me!” Molly reached down for more snow, expertly shaping it into a snowball. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold!” He stared at her for a moment before following her down the street to the center of town, snowball in hand. They both ducked low against a retaining wall near to the big Christmas tree.

“Oh come on, you always put a damper to my fun. You literally make it a point of duty to make sure I’m not having any fun.” He narrows his eyes at me, “I do not.” I make a sound at the back of my throat. “No fun police.” His eyes fall to the ball in my hand, then crouches too, copying my movements from earlier, he produces a ball similar to mine. I grin at him, he’s so easy to bait. My grin drops when a snowball the size of a small ball is hurled at my face, it hits me smack on my face. A shocked gasp rocks my entire being.