Max De Winter Novels & Stories

We had never used the house in Florida so I knew that would be the last place, whoever had attacked us, would look. “Aerian, hey, are you okay?” Tarryn asked. “Yes, sorry I was lost in thought there for second. Something tells me this is just the start of being busier than fuck for the next few months. This is insane.” I groaned. “That is a fact. It will not slow down until next March or April, basically when the snow stops falling and melts for good. We did warn you that winter here would be insane.” He replied. “The only thing that will slow us down will be the weather itself meaning a severe storm that shuts down the city.” Tarryn added.

he asked, while looking Winter from head to toe pointedly as he inched closer. "I-I'm Winter Lawrence," she replied, frowning while keeping her distance. "Oh, Winter? Such a nice name…" The man chuckled and pointed at himself. "I'm Dean Summer. I'm your senior by a year, and I'm a physiologist at the Riverton Hospital subsidiary." "Over there is Sunny Cabat, an ophthalmologist at Riverton Hospital." "And over there is Jarek Wilk, who owns a small hospital in Norsedam." The men Dean introduced all smiled and nodded at Winter, but they were looking at her sinisterly.

During the winter all that became almost one hundred percent inactive. Because winter is considered in religion to be the time of mourning for the Moon Goddess, very few things worked well during the weeks when snowflakes fell almost daily. All the religion and respect for the Great Mother's pain meant that studies, some jobs, and almost all socialization, especially of the elite, took a significant break. It was a time of peace, where all that happened, at least in the big mansions, were family meals and little socializing.

It’s possible Valen is trying to make this all special for me and show how serious he is about doing this because I’d be lying if I hadn’t half-expected him to back out of this. We head to the backyard. It’s cold now, but the snowy winter hasn’t started. Seasons last for several months. Thankfully, winter is usually only a couple of months where it’s really cold, snowy, and icy. Not that it’s too big of a deal for us werewolves, but I don’t like the cold. I don’t care that I have crimson to keep me warm, I rather have the warmth of summer than the hard cold of winter.

“Tell me, please.” Maisie pressed on as she nudged his arm. He chuckled and replied, “It’s on the 23rd of October.” Maisie blinked her eyes. “Isn't that next month?” She paused for a while before saying, “I haven't spent a winter with you before. Let's go to see the snow at Coralia this winter. It'll snow at the end of October in Coralia, and I know there is a natural ski resort there. Should we bring Colton and Daisie along—”

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"

Let's do what she said. "Thirty thousand. Consider it the price of ending things between her and me." So this was what it felt like when the heart hurt until it went numb. My ears rang, and even Marissa's voice became muffled. "I'm going on vacation with Adrian and Kyle this week. Next week school starts, and our two families will go to Harrington together." She left those words behind and walked away with Adrian Pierce. I calmly stood up. The next day, I placed a divorce agreement and a declaration of severed ties in her study.

The northern road appeared like a dark scar against the pristine snow as House Veyra’s delegation drew closer. From the high observation tower, Elara could see the black banners snapping in the wind, each one bearing the image of a howling wolf beneath a blood-red moon. The sight sent a cold shiver through her that had nothing to do with the winter air.

The neon red lights of the party pulsed like a rhythmic heartbeat, a sharp contrast to the biting chill of the Austin, Texas night. Inside the Riverside Duplex, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of pine, rain, and the underlying musk of the Austin Wolves hockey team. Kol Reyes adjusted the collar of his shirt, feeling exposed. His roommate, Valeria Cruz, had practically forced him into the outfit—a charcoal button-down that was tapered perfectly to his lean, athletic frame, paired with dark slacks and polished boots.

Wendy was on the balcony watering the plants with one hand resting on her slightly rounded belly. “Honey, try this,” Austin called from the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding a ladle. “I just learned how to make pork rib soup.” She smiled and walked over, tasting it from his hand. “Mmm, it’s good.” Austin raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “Of course it is. I followed Mom’s recipe to the letter.” Her phone buzzed suddenly. It was a message from Madeline: [Wendy, I heard Miles sold the company and moved to Swizor.]