Novel & Cerita Decaying Winter Yosef

"It really has been a long time since you've been back, hasn't it?" "Too long." Caden watched the scenery pass by and Jocelyn wondered what he was thinking. The evergreens were covered in white snow, creating the perfect Christmas postcard. In fact, many photographers had used the winter landscape of Christmas Cove over the years for just that reason. Within minutes, the trees gave way to a castle made with huge white stones that shimmered in the sunlight. In the back was what looked to be ski slopes with white snow as far as the eye could see behind it. "Wow."

This was their secret life. Just the two of them. “The white night has finally ended. It has lasted a few months, and now the night has come back. The familiar winter will arrive soon…” The summer they thought would last forever finally ended. It was over. And now, the familiar cruel winter was coming for them again.

Her newly settled heart grew uneasy again. "Mom didn't come home again today. Dad sat on the balcony and smoked all night by himself." "Mom forgot Dad's birthday again and went downstairs to watch a game with Mr. Pierce." "I asked Dad if he wanted a divorce. I have a scholarship. I won't drag him down. He said no." "But I still feel like Dad isn't happy at all." Marissa's hands trembled faintly. These were words Nora had written as early as her freshman year of high school.

He came forward and grabbed my shoulders. “Coco, are you pregnant?” I shoved him away and answered with a cold voice, “No. I’m not. I’m just disgusted. Stop speaking of your empty, meaningless love. It just makes me sick.” The hope in his eyes shattered instantly.

After taking one last look at the room, I turned and walked out into the blizzard. Snow melted on my eyelashes, tracing cold lines down my cheeks. For a moment, I couldn't tell if it was just melted snow or something else. Once aboard the supply boat, I stood out on the deck and looked back. The research station shrank into the distance until it was nothing more than a tiny speck. The wind on the water was howling, making my eyes sting and water. The dark void behind me was fading away, taking ten years of my youth with it.

They might even slander me. However, I was unwilling to accept it. I hated them. Over the years, I desperately tried to convince myself to let go, and I thought I had. However, when I saw them again, I realized how much I hated Greyson and Elise, even to the point of madness. How could I let go? I brushed the snow away from the grave, my gaze falling on the sprouting buds beside it. I whispered, "Kelly, I won't be coming here anymore. We both have to move on, okay?"

He held Yaslyn's hand tightly, his mind filled with worries. Yaslyn chuckled. "Indeed. If you noticed, how could I not?" Xoan stopped and looked at her earnestly. "Don't worry. His fondness for you hasn't wavered. There must be something else on his mind." Yaslyn knew it, resolving to seek clarity from Stephan that night. As they reached a bridge, snow began to fall. Yaslyn stared at the snow, realizing it was nearing the end of the year. Before she could gather her thoughts, Xoan produced a bunch of Christmas roses. They lacked the vibrant allure of regular roses but stood proudly nonetheless.

There was an excited feeling supporting him, making him not feel tired. Yoseph was also the one who had insomnia throughout the night like him. He sat in a wheelchair, shaking a glass of red wine in his hand. He had never felt the extreme snow in the morning, but today, he had enjoyed enough. After that gunshot, everything would have a new change. Benny would die, Archie would lose, and he would get the woman he loved. His lips curled up slightly. Yoseph could feel a fire burning in his heart. His blood was boiling!

Yosef glanced at him with light-colored eyes. Then he lowered his legs. Getting up, he walked towards the exit. Patrick immediately draped a coat over him. Phelps continued to wail in terror. "Yosef, Yosef! I truly regret it!" Yosef glanced at a subordinate nearby, his tone indifferent, "Follow the rules, leave him some breath." Then he walked outside with measured steps. Soon, even more desperate cries echoed from behind. Outside, as the cool night breeze brushed against him, Yosef suddenly felt a tingling chill spread over his body, as if piercing through his skin and seeping into his lungs.

“Just like she did to Wendy.” Outside the hospital, he looked up at the sky and made a silent vow. Once this was over, he would find Wendy. Even if she hated him and even if she refused to forgive him, he would apologize to her. His phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a message from his assistant: [Found a lead. Ms. Yanes might be in a small town down south.] Miles gripped the phone tightly. For the first time in months, he felt a flicker of hope.