Exo Winter Album Novels & Stories

It was snowing when Dominick told me he loved me for the first time. Back then, he wrapped a red scarf around my neck and leaned in to press his lips onto mine. “Holy cow! Check that out!” A burst of exclamations nearby pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw my name written across the biggest billboard in the city. [Luna Bianchi, I will always love you until the day I die.] “Oh, my God! I really envy the girl by that name. As if being rich isn’t enough, her husband is impossibly devoted too!”

The engine purred back to life. “Alright, since you’re being all secretive, I get DJ rights,” Calla announced, reaching forward. “Wait, you can't listen to my album–" Too late. She tapped play, and the familiar beat of his own album filled the car. Calla gasped dramatically. “Oh my God. You actually drive around listening to centuries old music Killian Black.?!” Killian’s ears turned pink. “It’s not like that.” “Uh-huh.” She smirked and leaned back, waving her hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have found the narcissist of the century.”

He couldn't continue as tears welled up in his old eyes. Cardy was disappointed that she had no idea about all that but was still happy that her father was alive. James drove them home as the soft country music played. THE END OF MY EVIL EX-LOVER

Julian drove himself in the BMW 7 Series I had given him. The car hummed along the highway, and Whitney Houston’s I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY played on repeat. As we neared the entrance, he turned to me. “Eloise, do you still remember this song?” I smiled faintly. “I remember. It was our first Christmas together. You learned to sing it just for me.” He looked out the window for a moment, a wistful expression softening his features. “Don’t you think it would be wonderful to go back to the past?”

It stung, yeah, but I got it—Stella had moved on. I mean, who wants to think about the ex who died in a car crash? The ceremony kicked off fast. Stella stood there clutching her bouquet, facing Harvey, who looked at her like she was the only girl in the universe. "Harvey Arden, do you take this beautiful woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" He didn't hesitate. Eyes locked on her, voice clear—"I do."

I follow her gaze to see that the other two have clearly recognized her now. Amy is staring at her wide-eyed and open-mouthed, utter disbelief and denial evident in her features. In fact, she looks like she’s about to have a stroke, and so does Austin, for that matter. He looks as white as a ghost, and his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water several times as he stares in disbelief at his ex-wife ... the woman whom he cheated on and threw out of his house without a single iota of remorse, or consideration for her feelings.

The cold hallway melted away, leaving only the heat of their entwined bodies as the sun set beyond the horizon, bidding farewell to the day. "It feels… good," Exelle thought to herself as her hands found their way to Dark’s back, returning his embrace without a second thought. She didn’t understand why she was so drawn to this feeling. But for now, she chose not to let it go. In his arms, Exelle surrendered to a fleeting tranquility, unaware of the ripples that would disturb its fragile peace. ***