Fluffy Snowball Novels & Stories

Just as she was about to change her shoes, Millie stopped her and dragged her outside to build a snowman. The snow had fallen heavily. Even now, light snowflakes were still drifting down. Even if the sun came out, it would take several days to melt the snow. Perfect for building a snowman. "I think you've gained a little weight," said Millie as she took off her gloves and pinched Whitney's cheek. "Looks like Caleb has been taking good care of you—now I can feel at ease." Millie's hand was still a bit cold, which made Whitney's cheeks feel extra warm.

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

Lily There’s nothing quite like the quiet after a snowfall. Up here, the world feels suspended in time pine trees draped in white, rooftops sugar-dusted, and the slopes stretching out like a canvas waiting for the first brushstroke. The air is so crisp it stings the tip of my nose, and the snow beneath my skis is perfect fluffy but firm. The kind of snow instructors like me dream of.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

Holly asked. Trisha nodded. "What's his name?" Melanie asked. "He doesn't have one," Trisha mumbled, only just realising they hadn't given the faceless snowman a name yet. "Let's give him one then," Melanie said with a warm smile. "Any ideas?" "Er, Icy?" Holly suggested. "Snowy..." Sapphire threw in. "Frosty?" Emilie offered, approaching with a handful of stones. "Frosty!" Trisha cried with a bright smile. "Frosty the snowman!"

It was time to finish this. It was when I started laughing manically that he looked up from his plate. “ Allison, what’s so funny? Did I miss something?” “ Hahaha, you haven’t noticed, have you? You are the only member of the Lombartti family, you have been so out of your mind you have fired all of your guards because you thought one of them was collectively killing off your family by another head family’s order. Now!?!? BWHAHAHA you and ONLY you are eating Joey, while I sit here with my chicken salad.”

"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."

Snow had fallen for two days, not continuously but intermittently. The grounds were covered in a thick layer of snow, though the servants had cleared paths that made walking possible. The orchids were in full bloom, but buried beneath the snow. With a kick, the snow would scatter, and the flowers would flutter down along with it. Amid the sea of white, with purple petals drifting down, Carissa and Ryan had built a snowman. Ryan enthusiastically found two pebbles to use as the snowman's eyes, giving it a quirky, adorable appearance.

’’ Just then, Snowball jumped on the bed, swatting at the crows, causing them to fly about the room. ’’Snowball!’’ Harlow quickly grabbed her cat. ’’You know Harlow, I could be your spy.’’ ’’Gore knows you too well. He would stop you too easily.’’ Snowball yawned and rolled onto her back before replying. ’’I’m a supernatural being just like you, child. I know my way around this Lore more than even you.’’ ’’Well, they are expecting worms. So…’’ “I’m not arguing. Besides, I would rather stay her and sleep or sun my fur.’’ Snowball stretched.

competition that resulted in some truly bizarre and whimsical creations. One winter's night, as a thick blanket of snow covered the forest, Andrei and Luna decided to host a grand snowball fight. The pack divided into teams, with Lucas leading one and Rosey the other. Luna, of course, used her magic to craft snowballs that could fly faster and farther. ‌