If Snowflakes Were Kisses Novels & Stories

In this secret refuge, Kristoff rekindled our love, his touch sparking a passionate fire that matched the intensity of the storm outside. Kristoff's caresses became a vivid expression of our deep connection. Every stolen kiss, every surge of desire, and the rhythmic intensity that enveloped me. I cherished it all. My desire was for the night to weave itself into an enduring tapestry of our shared passion, etched into my memory as it dominated my entire being.

At that moment it started to snow, Rose’s favorite season. It was the first snow. Her favorite day of the year. Rosalie had always loved the snow, but her love for the season grew because the snow had led her to meet Hakeem. They would’ve been in their little cottage, celebrating their first baby together. The snow would’ve been the icing on the cake as they enjoyed each other's company. When Hakeem finally looked at her with trembling lips, unable to speak, her heart broke all over again. But, she knew she’d take the bullet all over again.

A/N: After this chapter all others will be in character point of views. *** It was past midnight; the moon was high in the sky, shining its rays of moonlight for the creatures of the dark, and the beings that lurked within the darkness, but soon it was hidden by clouds that dropped soft snowflakes onto the earth. Wisped away by the chilly air, the snowflakes made their way down, slowly and elegantly, like a passionate dancer, who was coupled with the frosty air. The heavy snow kept falling from the skies and onto the ground like it was an unstoppable rising mountain. It seemed all the stars had made an appearance in the sky for tonight, only to be hidden behind the clouds. It was all in all

The conversation about Timothy's family had left me with a lingering sense of unease, but for now, we were focused on making Olive's birthday special. As we left the toy store, our hands laden with tissue paper and a vibrant gift bag, we were met with a wondrous sight. Outside, the night had transformed the city into a tranquil winter wonderland. Snowflakes drifted gently from the dark sky, blanketing the world in pristine white. The streetlights cast a soft glow on the snowy landscape, and the muffled sounds of the city seemed to fade away. I stood there, caught in a moment of awe, as I watched the snowflakes fall. The cold air nipped at my cheeks, and I couldn't help but smile. Snow had a

*Ana* Snow falls inside the room. It drifts down in slow, impossible spirals between wooden rafters that shouldn't exist in a desert palace, each flake suspended in silence thick enough to choke on. They kiss my bare skin with tiny deaths. Soft, cold, gone, melting before they can accumulate, leaving trails of shimmering droplets that feel like tears I haven't shed yet.

As her tears fell on his face, they turned to snow. Vivian's wings appeared on her back. They were made of ice and were beautifully decorated with snowflakes and ice crystals. "Ethan, say me you love me" She said with a smile "Say my name one more time" Lucus saw a small snowflake on his nose. It began snowing slowly.

Each end of the snowflake has white diamonds too that glows brightly when in contact with light. Her eyes however are staring deeply into her sleeping husband. Her lips tremble at the thought of him getting hurt. She became clueless. She didn’t know what to do. Then, when a few rain drops flew to her cheek, she slowly wipes them away and notice the droplets turns into ice at her touch. An idea flickers in her head. She gulped as much air she can and turn back to Adam.

FALINE sat next to the window while idly petting Astora with her free hand. Fall turned into winter. Large snowflakes were drifting in the wind and sticking to the garden grounds, covering the barren plants and walls in a thin layer white. Ever since she was granted the power of the ice, she could see and feel the winter more than her colleagues could. Snowflakes always fascinated her since then with their never ending patterns and glassy gleam. Faline could stare at them all day.

The heat. Snow wolf might think he kissed something fragile but he has no idea what he is dealing with. And now neither do I.

The heat. Snow wolf might think he kissed something fragile but he has no idea what he is dealing with. And now neither do I.