Karina X Winter Novels & Stories

"Give me one more chance, even if it's just to stay by your side and make it right," Neal said bitterly. His plea was cut short by a cold gun barrel. Kirk stepped out of the shadows, aiming at Neal's forehead. "This isn't the Winters Mansion," Kirk warned. "You don't get to make a scene here. One more step, and the bullet won't care who you are." Neal froze, the light in his eyes fading. Liam grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

I help her stand, but her face pales as she looks past my shoulder. I turn…And the storm parts like curtains. He stands there.The Winter King. Tall, impossible, carved from cold and shadow. Snow swirls around him like it belongs to him..because it does. His coat, black as void, flares in the wind but doesn’t ripple. His hair is silver, bright as moonlit frost. And his eyes… Those glowing, blue, impossible eyes lock onto mine the moment I see him. Everything in me stops. Breath, Thought, Sound.

“What is?” Victoria gestured vaguely toward the Winters family. “You people.” “That narrows it down.” “The whole winter immunity thing,” she continued. “Meanwhile, Silas and I are over here pretending we’re not freezing to death while the rest of you apparently belong in snowstorms.” Silas, sitting near the cave entrance after shifting back, looked entirely unimpressed. “You complain when it’s warm too.” “That is unrelated.” Calix crossed his arms loosely. “You were complaining before we even left.”

Hayes laughed softly and Mario slid down to stand, facing the woman in the bed. “Are you a friend of my daddy’s? I’m Mario” He spoke nicely to her and she couldn’t help the adorable look on his face as she looked away, her face turning a pale red. “Y-yes I am…and I’m Alexa, nice to make your acquaintance” Alexa Xen, the legendary snow queen was smiling to a child and speaking so sweetly. Hayes was taken aback by that impossible scene and she glared at him, “Spill a word to anyone and you’re dead”.

It is left for you to believe what you hear because I can never force you to believe what you do not want to believe. "I will tell you about Marixona, the birthplace of winter"

Jean promptly tugged at her—those gangsters were clearly no pushovers, and Winter's tough attitude would only make things worse. Crew Cut's eyes lit up as soon as he saw her—as the room was dark, he did not notice the two other beauties in there. "Look, boss! There are two more babes over there!" Kait was not blind for his part. Aria might be pretty, but she was trying too hard with her getup and makeup. On the other hand, Winter was a natural beauty and endlessly better. Pushing Aria away, he strode up to Winter. "What's your name, girl?"

“Winter” “Shut the hell up, you can’t do anything right” He snapped at me before he rushed over to the garage while I was trying to get my thoughts together. Selena was still talking over the phone but I was no longer listening since everything all seem so vague to me, the thought of losing Caroline scared me more than her rejecting me I’m certain. “Selena, I want you to calm down and explain everything to me” I was finally returned control by Winter who had temporarily taken control to calm me down.

I have been doing a lot of these lately. Karina pulled me close and wrapped her hands around my chest. "Stop crying over that asshole, babe." I didn't resist her embrace. I needed it. I wish it was that simple. "Don't tell me you are still nursing the thought of that asshole ever coming back to you?" Karina huffed when I didn't counter what she said. "I have told you to forget that bastard that had the heart to break up with you a few days to Christmas day." Her soft hands found my back, rubbing my hands soothingly.

Dad's fingers trembled as he tried to open it, but he kept missing the button. Finally, Uncle Arnold reached over with a shaky hand and tapped it for him. The image was taken under the harsh light of a flashlight. The background was a stark landscape of white snow and black rock. Curled up in the snowdrift was a livid, purple-blue figure. His thin windbreaker was torn to shreds, exposing a gaunt, bony back beneath. The person's face was buried in the snow, his expression impossible to make out. But his hand—raised high, frozen mid-air—was clenched around a half sheet of blood-stained paper in a death grip.

Thinking it was rain, Karina glanced up and was surprised to see snowflakes swirling in the air. She exhaled a warm breath, watching it dissipate in the cold. “It’s snowing.” “Yeah,” Wilfred replied. “And it looks like temperatures will drop even lower tonight. Let’s head home. You shouldn’t be standing out here in this weather.” He didn’t mind being in the snow, knowing he could handle it. But Karina’s condition was different—keeping warm was essential. Karina murmured her agreement and was just about to get into the car when her gaze caught something from the corner of her eye.