Lavender Snowe の小説・ストーリー

It vanished into the snowy ground. It was like trying to find a tiny needle in a big field of snow, but Nancy did not give up. Her eyes were full of hope as she stared at me. "Samuel, I'll find the ring, and then you'll forgive me," she said. She turned and ran to where the ring had fallen, bending down to move the snow bit by bit. A snowflake landed on my heart, making a little splash, but then everything was calm again. Wendy was waving at me from far away. She had gone with me to visit my mom.

This is really private. “After being forced to give up the child, Lavender disappeared into the thin ground. No spy could find her, and there were no records of her anywhere.” He pulls up an ID. My fake ID. “She ran away from California to here and got a new identity with the name Marissa Lovett. Because she needed money desperately, she took on a job at a local strip club.” Yep. I’m never leaving my house ever again. I feel my cheeks being so red and hot that I could probably cook an egg on my face. This has got to be some sort of violation of privacy. I glance at James next to me but he doesn’t return my eye contact.

It was this season of beauty that brought the villagers together for an annual celebration—the 'Fête de la Lavande'—a grand festival dedicated to the lavender harvest. One morning, as the sun rose, casting its warm golden glow over the sleepy chateau, Vincent came to Abigail with the news of the festival. The announcement seemed to break the monotony of their days, infusing a new sense of anticipation and excitement into their peaceful existence. The 'Fête de la Lavande' wasn't just any celebration—it was a vibrant display of the rich culture and traditions of Provence, and Abigail was eager to experience it.

I dream about Rocky and Lavender. They are happy about being reunited and getting to romp around in the deep snow. They play chase and scare fishers and from their burrows, but the rodents disappear from the dream before the wolves can catch them. Lavender’s beautiful tawny fur glimmers in the bright sun beaming against the cloudless blue winter sky. I can feel Rocky’s admiration and love for her. When she lays down next to him and stretches out against his belly, a feeling of contentment doesn’t just fill him, I feel complete as well.

For a moment, I thought I heard familiar footsteps. The scent of lavender drifted through the air. I opened my eyes. A familiar figure was walking toward me through the sea of purple flowers. She wore a wedding dress. Sunlight wrapped around her as she stopped in front of me. "Mister, my name is Leah Lambert. It's nice to meet you." The wind stirred. It felt like time itself was turning a page. I reached for her hand. "My name is Wystan Wren. I've known you for a long time."

"Emily's supply bag is still in her room. How could she be on the mountain?" Realizing that Shawn was not joking, the colleague grew anxious. "No, this is bad. There was an avalanche two days ago. She must be in trouble. We need to go up and find her—now!" Shawn cut him off irritatedly, "Do you know how rare avalanches are? What are the chances she got caught in one on such a huge mountain? She's just being stubborn and trying to get back at me. I won't give in to her. If she doesn't show up by tomorrow, I'll go myself."

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

Lyra politely got on the car after greeting him. She smiled gently, "Mr. Ambrose, good afternoon." She sat opposite of Tristan, stretched out her hand to put on the seat belt. Tristan seemed to recall something, he averted his gaze early. This woman deals with flowers everyday, her body was full of flowery fragrance. He thought about a place in Snow Mountain, where during summer, the place would be filled with little flowers. The flowery scent would attract many Wolf Clan couples there to admire the flowers in Snow Mountain's cold crisp air.

She wraps her arms around her knees, as we stare past the woods to the foothills rising in the distance. “I’m going to tell you a love story, Cadoc’s wolf, and then I’ll tell you what you want to know. I’m sure you won’t care either way, but the story has a happy ending.” She pauses. My wolf grumbles for her to begin, and she snorts. “It’s about a great alpha’s daughter. We’ll call her Lavender. She was madly in love with a great warrior named Thyme, and he loved her, too, beyond measure.”

I was the source of their wonder; I am, to my knowledge, the only lavender wolf in existence. Just as I was on the verge of leaping up in triumphant joy, Linda, our witch, cried out in horror, "NO, IT CAN'T BE! We Must get my sister Sapphire here right away!”