Novelas y relatos de If Snowflakes Were Kisses

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

Hearing what I said, the man was not angry， "You don't have time to miss me, but it's not that you don't miss me." "Is there any difference?" " Yes, there is ." Patrick turned over and put me on the bed. His body pressed over and pushed aside the hair on my face. He asked, "Do you like what I'm like today?" I nodded slightly. Before I could say any more, Patrick's kiss had fallen again. The night was seductive, and it was snowing outside the window. The white snowflakes fell on the glass and were quickly affected by the heat transmitted from the room, turning into a drop of water, leaving a trace on the window.

We still held hands so I pulled him to my front, our two hands held each other and I mumbled, “ Just one wish.” He blinked and the distance between us shortened, I moved closer and on my tip toe, I dropped a kiss on his lips. My face was all red and I tugged at our hands until the link was broken. He said teasingly, “ Your lips are sweet.” I replied, “ Chocolate or vanilla?” “ I can't tell. Let me taste them again.” I gasped at his audacity and bit his chest, striding to the path cleared out. There was snow everywhere with a snowman built after every two steps, it was childish and reminded me of frozen.

We walked to the arena. I felt something cold on my cheek. Kaya looked up to the sky. Tiny white snowflakes had begun to come down. Winter was officially here. Kaya mind linked me: "Will the snow stop, or will it just keep coming like it does in the North? Once it starts, it never stops until the spring." I smiled at her. "No, it will stop and start and stop again. It does not snow every day."

In this position, our noses were brushing against each other Just a bit closer and our lips might meet. It felt like time froze with the snow falling around us. It made me wonder what would happen if I kissed her here.

Rosa squealed, hands clasping together before she waddled clumsily toward the glass with her fuzzy socks slipping on the floor. Her small fingers reached out eagerly. The moonlight casted a glow on her baby-soft skin. A single snowflake landed gently on her fingertip. “Hehe!” She giggled mesmerizedly, eyes twinkling with glee as she stared at it like it was magic. Bouncing slightly on her feet, Rosa examined the delicate flake. Without hesitation, she popped her tiny finger into her mouth, tasting it like candy and squealed again. “Tastwy ice!” she declared proudly to no one, bouncing in place with pure joy as more flakes drifted down. Her little pajamas rustled with every hop.

She picked up the piano, gently stroked the strings, as if reuniting with an old friend, and turned to Kendrick, saying, "I thought you would have thrown them away." Kendrick grunted displeasingly, "Next time I run, I won't stay." Annabelle puffed her cheeks and glanced out of the window unintentionally. Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed with delight, "Kendrick, look, it's snowing!" She excitedly pulled him to the window and looked outside. Light and fluffy snowflakes fell gently, creating a serene and harmonious atmosphere in the world. It seemed as if everything had reached a silent agreement, quietly becoming the backdrop for the dance of the little snowflakes on a winter night.

He took his gaze back to Snow's face and helped her stand on her feet. Leaning closer, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her in a slow, passionate way, causing the whole people present to widen their eyes. Snow, shocked at first, got over the shock and shut her eyes, melting into the kiss. It was soft. It was passionate — different from all the other kisses they had shared. Mykel shut his eyes tightly, a tear escaping from it. Godfather Marcelo could not do a thing other than stare. Aurelio slowly broke the kiss. Snow's eyes were still on him.

It made my heart speed up even more. He leaned forward, pulling me into yet another amazing kiss. I melted into him, pressing my palms into his muscled pecs and feeling pure strength. His fingers pulled at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. The cool breeze from the window hit my skin, making me shiver with the unexpected sensation.

“Okay” She hanged up, and I dropped the phone, but this time, resolved to no other thing but staring at the long coconut trees, the pretty beach at sight, the people milling around the roadsides, with their eyes masked with black sunglasses, and their bodies cladded in light shirts and shorts. The weather of the island was unlike the snowy weather of Europe during winter, it was sunny and breezy, and the coconut trees gave pretty shades to the long roads. “The music, please”. I said, still pretending not to notice the chauffeur’s curious eyes from the head mirror.