Decaying Winter Yosef Novels & Stories

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.

Emma's face was taut as she asked in a light voice. Yoseph suddenly squeezed the large palm, causing his joints to emit cracking sounds. "If it really is her, I will definitely make her die an ugly death." Yoseph's voice was cold, and his tone was cold and ruthless. It was as if he wanted to crush Tasya into pieces.

Yosef lay on the ground, feeling his entire heart beginning to freeze. Blood gushed from his abdomen, and he finally couldn't hold on, collapsing on the floor. His face pressed against the icy floor, he keenly sensed the ebbing of life... Cold. So cold. Bone-chilling cold. Simultaneously, there was boundless loneliness and despair... The man on the bed, with eyelashes like butterfly wings, trembled incessantly, his breath becoming more rapid. Suddenly, he opened his eyes. The amber pupils had a momentary vacancy, and after about ten seconds, his gaze finally regained focus.

“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.

I could feel Kenru lifting my weakening body. Gradually, a sensation of weakness began to overwhelm me. Before I knew it, I collapsed, and my vision faded away. Before I could succumb to the void, I heard a familiar voice from behind me, a voice engaged in conversation with Kenru. "Is it done?" the powerful voice asked. "Yes, Your Grace. The winter heiress is dead," Kenru responded. A broken heart. A soul shattered by endless betrayals. A life that had been lifeless since its inception.

one day I will be back. I stop by my car and lean against the door. Looking at the surroundings. It’s fall and the leaves have started to change color, the air is crispy. It’s beautiful, If I only could stay! Taking a moment to just breathe in, I'm standing here with a clean sheet in my life to whatever I am going to do now. I get a text on my phone and I know it’s time. Taking one last look at the cemetery. I unlock the car and get inside, start the engine and drive away. Leaving everything behind. It is time! no turning back.

He eventually let his hand fall. "I've caught you." The wind swept away the tent. In that eternal winter, the tyrant's nightmare finally ended.

George replied quietly, "Without your orders, they wouldn't dare. Tom has only been under surveillance." Winter hugged her jacket closer, her eyes fixed on Ezekiel's tall, upright figure. With broad shoulders and a trim waist, he embodied the ideal golden ratio. Beneath his black trousers, his long legs were strong and muscular. Every part of him was flawless. Winter lowered her lashes. After breaking free from her disastrous marriage, she realized the world didn't revolve around Joshua—it was a garden in full bloom. She had once given up everything for love. After building a cage around herself, she had convinced herself that Joshua was her entire world.

"What happened?" "Alpha, Winter. Winter has been poisoned."