Exo On The Snow Novels & Stories

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

Kalix watches her with a smile, his eyes reflecting the joy and wonder that Audrey's excitement brings. Audrey's voice is filled with wonder as she gazes up at the swirling snowflakes. "It's like we're in a snow globe, Kalix. Everything looks so magical and peaceful." Kalix smiles, his eyes reflecting the beauty of the winter scene before them. "There's something so serene about a snowfall, isn't there? It's as if the world slows down for a moment, inviting us to appreciate the beauty of nature."

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

Volaris City lay silent beneath the snowstorm. Snow swallowed the streets, and only the tallest buildings cast faint shadows across a world of white. Cyrus sped across the frozen roads on his snowmobile. After nearly a month sealed inside his apartment, he finally had a real ride again. Wind tore past his ears and the rush felt incredible, so he let out a few long howls.

She exclaimed, her voice laced with panic as she rushed up to me and lowered herself to the ground, taking my head and placing it on her lap. I tried to speak but it felt as though my strength had been drained out completely. Lola's voice became nothing but muffled sounds and then slowly, everything went dark.

Ariel left the clinic and walked slowly through the snow back to the family housing compound. When she reached the entrance, she found Remi standing there, his brow furrowed. "Where were you?" His tone softened slightly. "Are you really not feeling well?" He wanted to be angry, but her face was so pale that she really did look sick. Ariel's voice came out flat. "Yes. You pushed me to the ground yourself just now. Don't you remember?"

I was so speechless that I laughed. “Really?” I said. “Then Ms. Shaw truly is a kind and generous person. “However, are you sure I am the one who needs mercy here? “Because the people who cut power to the lab equipment were you, Ms. Shaw, and your wonderful assistant Elliot.” Jessica shrieked, “That is a lie.”

Luxstay seemed to see him confused, cheered and pinched his hand, Emma clenched her fist tightly, took a deep breath, turned her head, curved her eyes and replied: "Thank you." Going out to the office building, it is really snowing outside, not big, secret sacrifice, I don't know how long it will fall, the trees on both sides of the road have been covered with a thin layer of snow. This snow is this year's first snow of the season of Vice City B.

She could finally leave this relationship that had given her nothing but scars. "Why is there snow at the venue?" Xander blinked, his gleaming eyes when he saw pictures of the exhibition Natalie had coordinated. He looked a little bewildered. It was obvious that he was very interested in the exhibition. "That's because this is a winter art exhibition combined with snowboarding," Natalie replied. "Snowboarding?" Xander's curiosity was instantly piqued. "Can you snowboard, Ms. Whitman?" "Of course." At the mention of her area of expertise, Natalie put on a confident smile. "I'm even a second-tier snowboarder!"

The snowfall turns heavier. My blood chills as I see the rows and rows of seats, already full of wolves. Every single one of them looks excited, fangs bared with bloodlust. I follow their eyes to the center of the Arena, a circle of dirt that has been mowed clean of ice. But the snow is falling fast enough. The white already covers the ground. Through the crowd, I catch a familiar silhouette. Noel. Recognizing his amber locks, I quickly skirt past spectators and hop over legs to get to him. He looks terribly anxious for some reason, his eyes downcast and fingers deep in a fidget on his lap.