Lost In The Snow Book Novels & Stories

Our mate standing behind that counter, completely oblivious to the fact that two wolves she'd never met had just had their entire fucking lives rearranged. Poppy watches the shop disappear behind us. “That's weird.” “What is?” Leo asks. “I don't know. Seeing it again.” Leo drives straight through the town that used to be her home for a short while, and now she is headed towards ours. My wolf practically fucking purrs. “There.” Poppy follows where I'm pointing. Then keeps looking up and up. The mountain rises beyond the town, its slopes buried beneath dense forest, the top disappearing into low cloud. Her mouth falls open slightly. “That's Mountain Ridge?”

“Just a branch. Nothing else. But the shaking wouldn’t stop. I was hearing the muttered snap of the tree that fell on the roof of my parents’ car. The sound I’d heard before the radio cut out.Before the snow swallowed us whole. Before I had to climb out through the passenger window because the doors were crushed. I didn’t tell Jake any of this. I couldn’t - yet. “Lily. You’re white as a sheet.” “I’m fine,” I lied. “We need to go.” But the wind picked up, and the snow came faster now — light flakes, but too many, too familiar. My lungs tightened. I felt twelve again. Lost. Frozen. Alone on a mountain road waiting for headlights that never returned. Jake cupped my face, forcing my eyes back to

The cold was an ache, a deep, penetrating thing that went beyond flesh and settled in my bones. Time lost all meaning. Was it minutes? Hours? The world was reduced to a sphere of white pain a few feet in front of my face. My only companions were the howl of the wind and the frantic, thudding beat of my own heart. I walked. I stumbled. I fell. I got up. I walked again. In the back of my mind, a question burned, a single point of heat in the frozen wasteland. Who was Daniel Rovik? Who was the woman in the snow? Who was the person sending the texts?

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

The place where all the secrets are frozen. Loss brushes the hair away from his face as he look around. There's a blizzard going on, and when I gaze at the snow, I see nothing for miles. Then Loss begins to dive down into the snow, leaving burn marks. he's moving so fast, even I can't see him. But since I'm standing around, I begin to look through the snow, eyes shifting from on pile to the next. Lots of giant skeletons are buried deep within there, but nothing really sticks out.

"I never wanted her to sacrifice herself like this!" He picked up Janet and rushed her to the hospital, while Rose ran off, crying. "Alright, I know you don't need my help. I guess I was just being silly," Rose said with a sigh. Chester stood still for a moment, but then he suddenly dropped Janet onto the cold ground and chased after Rose. Snowflakes fell thick and fast that day. Janet could not move her legs and was left shivering in the snow. It was so cold outside that she could have frozen to death. Slowly, she felt her body turning to ice. However, she did not cry out or try to call for help.

“ Khalon, you can go home for the day, I will come by later so we can review the rest of the lesson together.” Our one-on ones seemed to benefit him. It didn’t want to pressure him. I will talk to his parents after class. I was put here months ago, Ms. Snow couldn’t do it, she couldn’t pull the trigger and brought me to the compound. I knew then that I needed to gain the trust of her and the others before I could start my plan. I was hired as the top guard of the Lombartti family. When Allison showed up everything was okay, but then, the family started dropping like flies. I watched as the family dropped one by one, Allison had everyone under her thumb. No one considered that she was

The city moved at a gentler pace. People bundled in coats hurried through streets. Children built imperfect snowmen. Cars crawled cautiously through intersections. Life continued. Beautifully ordinary. Later that afternoon, Ama found herself walking home alone. Fresh snow crunched beneath her boots. The air carried that unique winter stillness. Not silence. A quieter version of the world. She passed a bookstore. Then stopped. A display window had caught her attention. New releases. Classic novels. Poetry collections. Stories. So many stories. Each one beginning with a choice.

Blair cried, I wanted to wipe the tears over her face then I noticed it was starting to snow then I remembered the first snow theory. I stretched out my hand, snow dropped on it and I showed it to Blair, I wanted to talk but my throat was sure but I forced myself, I wanted to make her laugh and not cry, “It's… the… first …snow…there…is… a. .say…ing…the …. person…you…see…the…first…snow….of…the…year… with…will…” I was still trying to talk when my voice became distant and my eyes became heavy. Blair's tears were the last thing I had seen before my world became dark.

I snap my head and nose up to the sky and take a deep breath. I get to my feet, pushing him off of me as I then say, “The storm is increasing once more. We need to return because if we get caught out in it, it is very easy to get turned around within the snow and get lost, and getting lost in the snow can cost you your life.”