Lavender Snowe の小説・ストーリー

Hence, what she was doing now could only be considered a one-sided confession. After she finished writing, she capped the pen and went out, her chest still stuffy and uncomfortable. Just then, Waverly opened the window and glanced outside. It was snowing. She hadn't noticed before that it was the first snowfall of the year, and it came a little later compared to the previous years. She was fond of snow, as it was white, romantic, and uplifting. It was a gift from God. Swathed in her down jacket, she then went out. By now, there was a light layer of snow on the ground, and it crunched with each step. Moreover, the snow under the streetlights was even more beautiful.

“You escaped Lilyrose just to seek help, right? In fact, I can give you the chance to try but you have to fulfill my condition. Then, I can let you go wherever you want. “As for the condition, it’s simple…” He continued to scan Snow and scoffed, “Get in the car right now and let me insert you, how’s that?” Wind’s men laughed wickedly. Dove grinned and said, “Snow, it’s your honor that Mr. Winchester is into you! “And I heard Snow is loyal to someone, so she has been saving herself for the occasion. She’s still a virgin!” Wind was surprised. “Oh, really? Then if she agreed, she would still be on the losing side! It seems like I have to talk to Jet and ask him to release my so-called mother-in

"Aurora," I whispered, words meant only for the night and this small creature who connected me to her. "I miss you so much." After bringing Snowpaw inside and carefully drying him with a soft towel, I contacted Eva once more. "I need you to arrange something," I said, watching Snowpaw curl contentedly on a cushioned chair. "Anonymously." Eva listened attentively as I outlined my plan. She was to contact Aurora Winters—likely through her assistant Ruby Stone or another neutral channel—to arrange a time and place to return Snowpaw.

We all stood outside the house, except Damien, watching her car and that of her escort drive into the large compound. My brow rose in a bit of surprise when the familiar blonde-haired lady alighted the car. Lavender Newton?? It took everything in me to stop myself from scoffing. Everyone knows her, Lavender, the weak daughter of the alpha of the River Ash pack who never found her wolf. I could easily guess her father gave her to Damien only to get rid of her. He never liked her, rumors had it he once said she was a shame to him and his entire pack that he wished she dies. And this was it, this was the fastest way to kill her, by marrying her off to Damien, the alpha with no temper, who kill

On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith." "Huh?" I stared at Yara, puzzled. Blushing deeper, she nibbled on her lip and spilled the beans, saying, "I'm scared my dad will catch on to Keith and me. If you're there, you can help distract him..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I haven't had a chance to be close with Keith in forever... You need to help me!" I could not say no to Yara, so I agreed, albeit with a bit of trepidation.

I always wore it. Trying to convince myself she cared about me. That day I took off the scarf and let her fix it. I was about to crawl into bed to warm up when Enzo called. His voice was low. “Come out. I’m waiting at your building entrance.” It had started snowing. My mother saw that Enzo was calling me and said nothing. She handed me an umbrella and told me to go. At least she had some pride left—she didn’t teach me how to please a man.

"I did not know of your sisters." He leans against the armrest of the chair. " Snow Lion, or as we call her by her Commoner's name Mairwen, is married off to the one you know as Three Horses. They have a family and White Lion is under his name now. Gentle Raven, Lavanya, died when I was five, and she was 7. I s'pose it was some kind of common illness gone rogue." I bite my lip and lower my head a little. "I'm sorry."

The steady beats of his chest against her ear, the soothing breeze of the night sky, and the calming noise the waters made as they touched the large stream below all contributed and not long after she was captured by the soothing hands of sleep. She had no idea how long she had been sleeping for but she woke up to the sound of someone sniffing. She was drowsy so she paid not much attention to it but then it continued, then she heard the voice, “Lavender, you use lavender for your hair. How have I never sniffed your hair before”, the sniffing continued.

Her long, dark hair would be cascaded down her back like a river of silk, and her eyes the clearest blue, like two sapphires sparkling in the light. As the snowflakes melted on her skin, it was clear that she was as beautiful as her name, Snow. Her presence was so radiant that it seemed that the snowflakes were dancing around her in a mesmerizing waltz. She was a vision of beauty, a sight to behold. It was as if the winter chill had been broken and replaced by the warmth of her presence.

“Oh, yes. I’m Alpha Abigail Winters, this is my Beta, Wyatt Winters and we are from the Lunar Snow pack, in Lowell, Vermont.” Samantha smiled a warm smile. “It's nice to meet you, Alpha Abigial. May I sit and talk to you for a while?”