Fluffy Snowball Novels & Stories

"I can imagine! I'm sorry about that. I guess I've just gotten so used to thinking of Snowball as your little fur baby that I forgot to clarify!" I laughed even harder at this, feeling a bit silly for getting so confused. "Well, I suppose that's a fair point! Snowball is definitely my little fur baby. But next time, maybe just ask about the cat, okay?" Derek agreed, still chuckling. "Will do! So, how's Snowball adjusting to her new home? Is she getting into any mischief?" I smiled, thinking about all the adorable things Snowball had been up to. "Oh, she's getting into all sorts of mischief! She loves to chase after toys and climb up the curtains. And she's been sleeping in the most adorable

That person had manipulated her for so many years, but there was nothing she could do. She didn't want to stay here. Even if Aldenvine was full of dangers, she only wanted to catch the mastermind. If not, she couldn't even live in peace. Suddenly, Snowball stopped walking ahead of her. It carefully examined a small bug crawling on a hydrangea leaf. The bug's rear glinted with a green light. The bug then took flight and landed on Snowball's nose. Snowball had never seen a bug like this before. Breathing quietly, it stared earnestly at the firefly on its nose.

A tiny, fluffy ball of white fur, breathing softly beside our sleeping son. "She can… do that?" I whispered, stunned. I had never seen anything like it. Even Kyrex’s smallest form was barely husky-sized. Snow looked like she could fit in my arms. I turned to Kyrex, half curious, half teasing. “Can you do that?” ‘Don’t ask me. I won’t,’ he grumbled. “Why not?” He gave me a look so sharp it could flay flesh. Then he turned his back on me. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous because she looks cuter.”

Faced with his coquettish kitten, Levi immediately surrendered, “Mn, mn, show me, I’ll learn properly.” Noah hmphed again and continued to demonstrate, “See, when you are making a snowball, you have to keep in mind that this will be used to hit someone. A snowball fight is supposed to be a fun game between friends. It isn’t meant for hurting people. And this is why it is so important to make the snowballs properly.” Noah brought up his finished snowball for Levi’s inspection, “When you are shaping a snowball, you are supposed to tap it into shape gently. It needs to be small and fragile, crumbling easily.”

“Jasmine, Snowball is following you.” The dog had pure white fur, so Serenity named it Snowball. Jasmine stopped and waited for Snowball to catch up, then the three of them went out to play.

Snow. Vanessa lifted her fingers toward the top of the glass ceiling. A gust of chilly wind blew through the room and settled in the air. A sheet of soft sparkling snowflakes began to fall around them. They quickly became larger and larger until each flake was the size of a silver dollar. The snowflakes coated Vanessa’s silver hair and lashes. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to catch a few. The snowfall became heavier and began to blanket the floor around them. Turning to Nick, she saw layer after layer of snowflakes landing in his jet-black hair. The contrast was striking, though his lycan body heat quickly melted any bits of ice he came into contact with. He shook his head, shedding of

Knowing he once had feelings for someone else, she believed they could achieve mutual respect. This life was far better than her time in the Bloodmoon Pack. The snow fell for two days, not continuously but intermittently, blanketing the Frostfang Pack's courtyard. The wolves cleared paths, making movement manageable. The plum blossoms flourished under the snow, their branches bent with accumulated white. Adelaide kicked a tree trunk, sending snow and petals cascading down in a red-and-white shower. She and Cedric built a snowman. He enthusiastically searched for two pebbles for eyes, creating a comically ugly yet adorable figure.

“It’s so fluffy!” I couldn’t help but laugh at Keanu’s childlike wonder as he reached out beyond our golden sphere to catch snowflakes in his palm. The moment they crossed the barrier of his magic, they melted into water droplets that caught the light like tiny diamonds. “You’ve seen snow before.” I laughed. “Not like this. Not in the middle of a snow storm and it’s been forever!” He spun in a slow circle, amber eyes wide as he took in the swirling white chaos beyond our protective bubble. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt it. Since I’ve touched it."

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

Never red velvet. He filled the hollow space inside me slowly and without force. "Hey, beautiful," he said from behind me. "May I have the honor of this dance?" I turned. He wore a relaxed linen shirt, and sunlight caught in his hair. He held two pistachio ice creams. "No red velvet?" I asked. "Never," he said with a smile as he handed one to me. "Only what you like, Isabella." I took a bite. The cool sweetness melted across my tongue.