Dan Winters Book Novels & Stories

Honest. Which somehow made my stomach twist even more. Lena grinned so hard I worried her face would split. “And that, Dolly dear, is why my father has two settings: emotionally oblivious… and laser-guided missile.” I escaped before Bianca could try again. By evening, all I wanted was quiet. The main fireplace was huge, warm, and empty—just the glow of flames and the occasional pop of burning wood. I curled up on the long sofa, hugging a pillow to my chest, letting the heat soften the ache in my ribs.

Where do we go from here? His eyes wandered about the room until it landed on the book shelf. If he could do anything to help Willow in feeling better as a Witch, he'll do it. While he scanned over the titles, he picked out a few that he thought would help her in better concentration of her powers. Meditations mostly, nothing too out of the ordinary. Then his eyes settled on the white book Janice had introduced to him previously. When he pulled it off the shelf, he felt energy surge through his finger tips. Startled for a moment, Dante sat down on the couch, staring down at the closed book in his lap. If it helps Willow...

We lay there for a long time, the only sound in the room being our ragged breathing. Finally, Elena shifted, carefully lifting herself up and sliding off the double dildo with a wet, heavy sigh. I shivered as the cool winter air hit my empty, aching core. She lay down beside me, pulling the heavy holiday quilt over our tangled, sticky legs. She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes dark and thoroughly satisfied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, Lucian," she whispered, tracing a lazy circle on my chest, "that is certainly one way to spend a Christmas vacation."

All my expenses were waived in Bisea, allowing me to enjoy my stay in peace. After all, they didn't want one bad apple to give everyone a bad impression of Bisea. I spent over a month traveling around the country with my lifesaver by my side the entire time. As for that condition, it never flared up again. In reality, addiction didn't exist, nor was there any treatment for it. As long as the mind remained pure, our inner demons would naturally fade away. When I returned home safely, Gabby stared at me in utter shock. "You… You're back? You didn't die over there?"

“I’d be offended if you did.” They stood there, snow falling softly around them, two enemies pretending not to feel the strange pull crackling between them. “You’re a widower,” Nyra said suddenly. Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t.” “She died three years ago,” Nyra continued, her tone softer now. “I know.” Silence stretched. “You did your homework,” he said. “I always do.” Another pause. Then she smiled again—dangerous, teasing. “Relax, Volkov. I’m not here to kill you. It’s Christmas.”

Van is sitting against his dresser reading a chapter book. “I though you were suppose to be cleaning..” I tease him with a grin. “I am.” He claims with a smile. He turns a page of his book, “I'm dusting the inside of this book.” That was a pretty solid retort from a six year old and I'm kind of impressed. I laugh at him and shake my head. “Carry on.” I walk down the hall to Wilder's room and I knock on the door. It swings open and I am face to chest with Wyatt. “Well, hello.” He drawls, smiling down at me.

Not that I expect him to but at the same time I do expect him to. It was bothering me that I was bothered by this. - I opened the door to the "window room" and like I expected, Dallas was standing there staring out the window. I quietly closed the door behind me and started walking towards Dallas, looking between his toned torso - that was defined through his tight, white v-neck - and the falling snowflakes.

Although the situation was urgent, he still forced a kind expression onto his face. "Connor, you know I value you. "As long as this contract can be renewed, the villa I promised you still stands. "Do your best. Don't disappoint me." I waved a hand and gave a mocking laugh. "Please don't. Chairman, I wouldn't dare accept it." My gaze swept over the guilty faces of Lydia and Ryan. "I'd hate for someone to say I was dreaming again." The chairman frowned, obviously not understanding what I meant. "What nonsense is that? When I, Wallace, give my word, do you think I'm just making empty promises?

"Julian's fingers broke just to hold onto that torn piece of paper. Are you even human? That's your son! You made him wear a single layer up a snowy mountain? You're worse than an animal!" Dwayne shouted. In that instant, everyone in the room froze. Uncle Arnold's cigarette fell from his fingers onto his pants, burning a hole in them. Yet, he didn't even feel it. Mom let out a sharp gasp and fell backward, chair and all, onto the floor.

*Winter* The cold air seeped in through the cracked dormitory windows, a steady reminder of the raging snowstorm outside that turned the quaint village into a frosty wonderland. I had been locked inside for what felt like an eternity—two days, but who's counting? As beautiful as winter is, it brings its moods, unpredictability, folding over me like a heavy blanket of snow. It seduced me with its shimmering appeal yet warned me sternly—it was a force to be reckoned with, not to be tangled with.