If Snowflakes Were Kisses Mga Nobela at Kwento

she whispered. Kieran joined her, placing another log onto the crackling fireplace before walking to her side. "What is?" She smiled without taking her eyes from the window. "The first snowfall." As though the sky had heard her words, a single white snowflake floated gently past the glass. Then another. Within moments, hundreds followed. Soft flakes drifted silently from the heavens, covering the palace gardens in a blanket of white. Nova's face lit up like a child seeing snow for the very first time.

she breathed against his lips, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Ray froze for a moment, his eyes locking with hers. Then, with a tenderness that made her heart ache, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, her cheek, her lips. "I love you too," he whispered back. The rest of the world faded away as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing. Every kiss, every touch, was filled with a sense of urgency, as if they were trying to make up for all the time they’d lost.

She couldn’t feel her fingers, the cold, or the car’s emptiness because she was so focused on him. She kissed him back. Lips opened just enough to allow him in. His lips were softer than any she had ever felt; they were soft like the first snowstorms, like biting into a piece of cotton candy, like meowing and floating, like being weightless in the water. It was effortlessly sweet.

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.

he hinted making me stand there, gaping like a fish out of the water, “It won’t take that long for him to fall, trust me.” Hades flicks his hand in a manner that Caelum does, making the room dissolve and morph into an open clearing full of snowdrops. With the arrow tightly clasped on my hand, I gasped, not believing my eyes as I look up in the sky. The snow dissolves on my face as it touches my skin, just like how I have imagined it to be. I let my tongue dangle outside my mouth, twirling it as I taste the flakes. It tasted like cold water.

This snow is this year's first snow of the season of Vice City B. Emma rarely goes out the door, has not touched the snow in many years, her eyes are full of novelty, her hand reaches out from the pocket of her warm coat, opens it slightly, looks at the snowflakes that stop at the palm of her hand, very quickly melted away, slipped through each small opening and then fell. “Luxstay you see, snowflakes are beautiful!” Emma is like a little friend who has just found a new toy, can't wait to get the most familiar person to play together.

Taking my beanie off I place it on her head to keep her warm despite her many clothing. "It's snowing." She whispered, holding her hand out to gather some in her palm. "It's beautiful." I husked out, my accent a little thicker than normal. She cleared her throat, I gave her a look of confusion but she casted her gaze to the overhang of the building. There was a little piece of mistletoe hanging above us. Smiling cheekily, I lowered my head and captured her lips in for a sweet kiss. Both of us laughing when we broke apart due to the cold.

I ask, unable to contain my smile. "Nothing it's just, I don't know what I'd do if I woke up one morning and you weren't dancing," they say, giving me a little twirl. "It's one of two things I still enjoy," I say, turning my gaze upward. I twirl my fingers and the ceiling disappears, allowing the snowflakes to fall into the room. I can't help the giggle that escapes my lips as one lands on Nix's nose. "What's the second?"

he whispered alluringly. At that moment, I stopped caring about the question. Our future together had been written for us a long time ago. Someone could say that the affection we shared wasn't real since it was created by a spell… But isn't love always magical? It began exactly like the love between Immara and Jadiel. It started with that one magical kiss. After all that happened, I like to think of the kissing spell not as a curse, but merely a way to correct the evil fate of our previous lives. This time, we finally found our happy-ending. THE END

Kristen giggled slightly as he kissed her nose. When he pulled back and looked at her with a look in his eyes she hadn’t seen before, she wasn’t shocked, but it was different. She didn’t know what exactly it meant. Though he touched the tip of her nose again and then wiped it off and then licked his finger. “Frosting.” He said softly.