Max De Winter Novels & Stories

The entire council gasps as the mayor scowls, “That makes it even worse.” Then Luna Zendaya spoke, “We also have a great idea as a treat for the town. You know that we have bought the ten acres at the end of Main Street. We have decided that we would like to build an indoor winter park. It would not only have an ice-skating rink, but ski slopes, snow tubing slopes, an area for snowball fights, and a snow castle with snowman building area. The council was wide eyed and all smiles. The mayor laughed out loud, “That is such a great idea. Many of the people in our town have never seen snow, much less done the things that would be available in this winter park.” Zendaya added, “That’s why we thin

He could sense a great danger that might be imminent. "Aramis! Come on!" Aramis looked about to explode, but he turned around without saying a word. Ten minutes later. Max can finally enjoy peace again. He casually sat on the couch, sipping a glass of whiskey. "Elliott Winter is a capable businessman, and I admit that. But the children, well….” Max lifted his whiskey glass, watching the ice cubes sizzle melting. "Now I can understand your intention, Alex." He then shook the glass until it rattled and smiled with pleasure. "Cheers, Alex." ***

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

“I mean, if I really wanted to piss off my brother, then Beta Caleb hovering around him is the way to do it.” “And if I say this custom car is for Winter…coming from him…then he knows that something did actually happen with their fight. Like he is officially endorsing her. It’s his worst nightmare. So he’s going to want to hover to make sure…oooo…you’re good.” Chuckling, I shrugged. “I do my best.” “Winter might not accept it though. She’s got this thing about people helping her.” I snorted. Goddess did I know that. She was something else.

"How many times do I have to remind you that we're not in Winter Forest anymore? There are real seasons in Valoria, Maeve. Not just Winter and Break-up." I grunted, pulling away from her as she reached for my face with a glob of yellowish salve on her fingers. Gemma was right, though. Our springs and summers back home were brief and often chilly. Break-up signified the breaking up of the ice over our rivers and lakes, basically another word for spring. But the snow still hung on the mountains even in late summer, most of it never melting at all. "I just wanted to wear Rowan's jacket, that's all. It's not even that thick, you know. It's a flannel."

And Cole is his guardian, the role of the guardian consist of helping him and tell him what to do just like a beta but a beta is more like a second leader, Giovanni isn't fully a beta since he's only 16 so Cole is acting as a beta for now on. At 18, Max will finally be the alpha of the werewolves and also the head of the council because he's the wolf that has a certain dominant character and a special power. At the age of 15, he was able to control all the power he received from the MoonGoddess. He was able to do psychokinesis (to move objects with his mental effort alone), telepathy with werewolves other than his pack members and lastly the most important is that he can heal people in a few

And she had to win. With any luck, she’d be on the same side as Kirsten, and then it wouldn’t matter. Memory found a parking spot and dropped her keys in her pocket. She left her phone hidden under her car seat, along with her handbag, because she didn’t want it to get smashed or wet. The forts were already up, and she could see kids practicing, running around throwing snowballs at each other. It must be nice to have endless energy. Dak was talking to Kim from the animal shelter. He had his back to Memory, but it wasn’t hard to pick him out of a crowd. There weren’t any other guys in Christmas Falls who looked remotely like Dak.

I comforted her for a bit, then deliberately sounded troubled. "Jas, I'm out of town right now, trying to come up with the money. "Why don't you hang in there for now? It's only June. No matter how heavy this snow is, it should stop by tomorrow at the latest." Jasmine frowned, about to say more, but Rhett had already heard the word 'money.' He snatched the phone from her hand and spoke loudly, "It's just a little snow. Nothing to worry about. We country folks can handle the cold.

Heavy snowstorms throughout the winter delayed upcoming raids, a storm so severe that even Terrance and Phuture didn't want any parts of adventuring outside. The storm lasted for weeks throughout majority of the month of December, a record-breaking storm that was never supposed to take place in the history of Greenland. Heavy winds, freezing weather, and snow devastated states that barely had ever seen snow in the south. The east was engulfed in snow during the storm as well, forcing everyone to mostly stay stationary where they were before the sudden storm.

*Winter* The cold air seeped in through the cracked dormitory windows, a steady reminder of the raging snowstorm outside that turned the quaint village into a frosty wonderland. I had been locked inside for what felt like an eternity—two days, but who's counting? As beautiful as winter is, it brings its moods, unpredictability, folding over me like a heavy blanket of snow. It seduced me with its shimmering appeal yet warned me sternly—it was a force to be reckoned with, not to be tangled with.