Love Fades Like Silent Snow Novels & Stories

Whisper's POV I sit on the cold ground and stare up at the sky as the snow falls, landing on my face and tongue as I marvel at it’s beauty. I shake my head free of the white flakes and head to the tent I’ve conjured and sit on the pillows and cover myself with a pink fuzzy blanket. It’s been 2 months that he hasn’t even seen me, his darkness had taken a strong hold in him. The doors to the house have been sealed with bricks from the inside, I can’t even look to get a glimpse of what is happening to him. I hope he’s okay but without me to help him fight it off, I don’t think he can win. I shake my head, he doesn’t even know he is in a battle and the girl with him, she’s pure evil, deceit

The truth of love, or its absence, was painfully evident. ... Daniel led Vivian to the master bedroom, where she sprawled on my bed and under my quilt. Her cloying rose perfume saturated the air, making my stomach churn. Daniel frowned. "Feeling sick? Go rest." Vivian piped up, "I'm starving. I want some lobster bisque." Daniel reached for his phone to order, but Vivian added, smirking at me, "I want Jesse to make it." Her eyes glinted with provocation as she pleaded, "Please, Jesse. The baby and I are craving it."

She unfolded the small paper in her hand and began. Her voice trembled on the first line, then found its ground. “I used to measure love by how loud it sounded by the noise it made when it entered a room, by the ache it left when it walked away. But now, I’ve learned… love can be silent too. It can be the peace that stays after the storm, the way the sky holds itself steady even after lightning splits it open.” She paused. The audience was still. “I don’t hate the ones who left.

The gentle patter of rain against the window seemed to grow louder, filling the quiet space between us. Blake looked at my tear-streaked face, at the complete, unselfish love in my eyes. "Snow..." Blake choked out, his voice dark, raspy, and trembling with a strange, tragic grief. He slowly reached his hand out. His long fingers hesitated in the air for a second before gently brushing a strand of dark hair away from my wet cheek. His touch was feather-light, lingering on my skin with an intense, painful tenderness that felt almost like a silent goodbye.

I ignored my friends and family’s objections and insisted on pursuing my now-girlfriend, who was disfigured in a car crash when she tried to save her first love. Some laughed at me for being a back-up plan, but I didn’t care. I worked day and night, earning money for her plastic surgery, and stayed by her side as she walked out of depression. But on the eve of our wedding day, as I was doing her laundry, a marriage certificate dropped out of her pants pocket. The groom was her first love. I was about to make things clear with her when I overheard her conversation with her best friend. “I know Steve saved me, but if Yves doesn’t marry me, he’ll be forced into a marriage alliance. I don’t

I forced a smile, but tears betrayed my body and fell down my cheeks. I wiped my tears and told myself, 'You're no longer Miles Stafford. You're your own person.' After that, I settled myself in a corner. Before long, a black sedan pulled up at the gate. The head, Alex Brabson, escorted an elegant elderly woman inside. The sight of her stirred the other children. They swarmed her in excitement, trying to win her favor by showing off. "Good day to you, Madam!" "Madam, do you want to hear me sing?"

For a single, breathless second, the winter garden became a tomb of absolute silence. The frosted roses seemed to shatter under the weight of Prince Cassian’s words, the echo of his sudden, frantic claim vibrating through the freezing air like a faulty bell. “I’m your mate.”

Snowflakes landed softly against her palm before melting against the warmth of her skin. Alessandro came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her gently against him. His body radiated warmth against her back, a comforting contrast to the cold winter air surrounding them. Adira leaned back against his chest, her eyes still fixed on the snowflakes drifting through the night. “It’s our first snow together,” Alessandro murmured near her ear. “And they say if you see your first snow with your lover, you see your last with them.” Adira's smile softened at his words. She lowered her gaze to the snow resting on her palm, then turned her head slightly to look at him. “Then I h

Because right now she feels very embarrassed because she has been caught peeking into the men's room. Lovina is shocked, her steps spontaneously stop when she senses someone's hand on her arm, and clearly the gaggle comes from Javier's stocky hand. "Silent Love," javier said, making Lovina look up at Javier with a look of asking. "The title of the song I was singing, Silent Love," javier said, Lovina winked her eyes several times, then Lovina chose to shake Javier's hand to let go of the gaggle. After Javier's hand is removed, Lovina immediately leaves there with a quick walk.

If anyone could melt and soften someone’s heart no matter how cold or bad that person might be and no matter what sexuality that is,it will definitely melt and soften that person’s heart. What about yours? Have you melt and someone’s heart? Or are you the one who gets melt and soften his/her heart by someone? Read and support my first BL story:Loving Rain!