Cozy Winter Nights Novels & Stories

Like a couple . " you know Magnus ...it's winter now baby ...isn't it your favourite weather....you love chilly night right and warm clothes ....I am thinking of knitting something for you ...would you wear it for me ?" She asked . She felt cold not due to weather but due to absence of his warmness . If she was a summer he was her winter making it lukewarm to live . Opposite attracts . But on the contrary her name was winter .

"Come on. We're going. We know where they were taken, and it's not far away. Can you believe it? We're almost on top of them. It's an old abandoned farm. I'll tell you on the way." Now to finish it.... ***** FIVE YEARS AGO The deep dark of the winter night: huddled figures lie in the hard, narrow beds, each fully clothed and with a single thin blanket wrapped tightly around against the blistering cold. The windows, such as they are, are unfriendly eyes into the night, decked with webs from long-dead crawlers. The glass is opaque with dirt, but on the inside, frost traces its lacy filigree over the muck. And despite being on the third floor, they are securely barred on the outside. Thick stee

No wonder he couldn’t keep a smart girl like her. “Well, we have people who make the money for us while we relax,” I replied, taking the remote while I switched on the TV. We were getting comfortable watching the movie when a sudden loud scream came from Winter. This got me startled, and before I could process what was going on, she had landed on my lap. She squirmed on my lap while I held her tightly. I didn’t say anything while she was on my lap, as she was clearly looking troubled. When she calmed down to look at me, we were barely inches apart.

turned into him falling asleep on the couch. … In the middle of the night, Winter woke up thirsty and went to get some water. As she opened her bedroom door, she noticed the living room lights were still on. Drowsy and half-asleep, she assumed she had just forgotten to turn them off earlier. Without thinking much of it, she turned the lights off on her way to the kitchen. After drinking a glass of water, she made her way back to her room. But as she walked past the couch, something unexpected happened. Someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.

I was on the couch in front of the TV, the rain still tapping endlessly against the windows. Sometimes there was a gust of wind, and that made the sound so intense I couldn’t hear the TV for a few seconds. I missed the summer season, the longer hours of daylight, the warmth that stretched late into the evenings. But I knew I wouldn’t mind winter if I could share it with a man who kept me warm, who made the evenings cozy rather than lonely. When those thoughts hit me, I thought of Axel…and I didn’t know why.

The blizzard raged outside, burying the mountain under endless waves of snow until the lodge was completely isolated. Roads were gone, phones buzzed with the same useless apologies from husbands trapped in the city, and the world beyond the windows had turned into a white, howling void. Inside the main lounge, the massive stone fireplace roared, casting flickering golden light over the leather couches and thick rugs. Sultry Christmas music pulsed low from the speakers, turning innocent holiday classics into something slow and sinful.

She was in her casual clothes and just coming out of the bath. Nikka and Nathan were just here a moment ago, visiting Yui or rather barging in again. As if it was their own home. Zitrey didn't mind it and went to her own room and take a shower. Downstairs is now full of laughter with her uninvited guest. Just at the time she went out of the shower; her home was already in silence. Seems they already went home. Zitrey took a glance at the window. The sky was already in the dark, scattered silver stars are already coming out. Trees are about too withered making the ground too covered in thick amber leaves. The air is quite freezing, indicating the winter season is about to come.

TYSON ‘Twas several nights after the winter solstice (and one night after Christmas) when all through the packhouse, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. And thank the Goddess for that, because we weren’t really big fans of mice around here. At least I wasn’t. Although, I had come to warm up to rats… well, some very specific pet rats. Other than that, still wasn’t a big fan.

"To exploring pleasure together." "To pleasure." She lifted her glass and took a small sip, the liquor burning through her veins and warming her system. Not that she needed anything more to heat her up. She was already embarrassed at his knowledge of how ready for him she was. He noticed the little radio she'd set on her bedside table. "How about a little music?" He snapped it on and fiddled with the dial until he found something slow and bluesy. Then he held out his arms and Autumn walked into them.

He pointed at the hazy dark clouds that hovered above the city like an omen of doom. "What is that?" Kenzie asked. "Noxious smoke. It's only here in the winter because the families who live in the yurts in the ger district burn coal to fend off the extreme cold. It will hover over the city until March." Now that he mentioned it, Kenzie could almost taste the coal in air, the acrid taste lingering on her tongue and in her nose. "Jesus." One of Vadym's men opened their door abruptly. "Out. This way!"