Max De Winter Novels & Stories

I asked, looking back at Maxwell who was seated in the back seat. “Yes mom, I’m fine,” he replied. “Okay,” I glanced at Marcus and he flashed a smile at me. Throughout the ride I kept staring outside at the morning sun. I was in a good mood and the weather contributed to that. Winter was fast approaching and winter seasons were my favourite. I was fond of it because it was in these seasons that I experienced the majority of my remarkable moments. Maxwell’s birthday was also during winter, November to be precise. However this year was a special year to us, he will be turning Twelve in two months time and I knew what that means.

He understood the difference between a real lie and a white lie, and this was nothing more than just a simple coverup that could possibly endanger the girl if people knew where she was. “sweetheart, I don't care about that. Where is she?” Max said as he ran his fingers down her face to show her that she actually didn't do anything wrong. He wasn't going to be upset about this, not after the day they've had. It wasn't one of those things that were going to blow up to be bigger than it actually was. “Winter Haven,” Deanna said, and she shuddered in his arms. He looked down at her. I knew exactly why she shuddered Winterhaven with something that he didn't even want to think about, let alone hea

Zeus fucked her endlessly and tirelessly, and all she could do was surrender to his needs. Zeus had been sleeping beside her for a while now when Winter decided to get up. She left the room and went to the barn's balcony. There, she cried silently. She pitied herself. Could she still bear this? Was she always going to be like this? Was she ready to be just a bedwarmer whenever he wanted? Winter shook her head. She couldn't. She couldn't force herself on a man who didn't love her. Even though it hurt, she was ready to distance herself from him. She knew she was a strong and brave woman. She also knew she could endure anything. A plan formed in her mind.

“Impossible before winter.” The room quieted. This was not a sudden storm. This was a slow problem. Winter problems are different. They require planning. Allocation. Hard decisions. Mara tapped a finger against the table. “How tight?” Eamon looked down at the numbers again. “If consumption stays normal,” he said slowly, “we will run out before the last thaw.” Silence. Not shocked. Just heavy. Lily stood near the doorway, listening. This was not ideological tension. Not structural tension.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

Leave Kade Group to us. My reaction was eerily calm. "Fine by me. Saves me the trouble of resigning. If someone wants to take over a company that’s about to go bankrupt, I couldn’t be happier." He frowned, pointing toward the reporters nearby. "Today is the day we sign a multibillion-dollar contract with the Virel Consortium. I invited the press to witness this historic moment. "Don’t talk nonsense just because you have a problem with Brynn. Kade Group is on the rise. Its future is limitless."

The fall in the valley of the Efeu became cooler and more colourful. The leaves of the wild Trees glowed in gold and red, and in the morning there was already a fine roughness on the Grass. Marcus knew they had to seriously prepare for winter. In these heights could be bitterly cold, and they could not risk Valeria fror. “We still have about six to seven weeks before the first correct snow arrives,” he said one morning at breakfast. “That’s enough when we all work together.”

Everyone in high society whispered that Tristan Webster kept a tame, submissive trophy girlfriend on his arm. That image shattered at a yacht party when a newcomer pointed at me and asked the room, "Wait, isn't she the legendary woman who slept with Tristan's best friends in one night just to get back at him for cheating?" The room fell dead silent. Tristan's childhood friends sat around the poker table, their expressions unreadable. Tristan, however, simply swirled the wine in his glass and lounged against the leather sofa before casually beckoning me over. "Come here." I walked over without a word and lit his cigarette for him. "Sorry, she caused such a scene back then," he said smoo

Max was running around the front yard, occasionally coming back to the steps for a few moments of petting before racing out onto the lawn again and resuming his fun. Today was the twenty-first of December—the winter solstice. The reason Rave was gone. Leesa was watching to see if she might notice anything different about the sun today, some slight change that could account for the volkaanes retreating to their New Hampshire sanctuary. If there was anything different, she could not detect it. It seemed like any other winter afternoon to her.

Auretta’s POV “Do you see the snow on that tree?” I stood in front of the window with Alaric in my arms. My index finger pointed at the tall tree in the front yard of the warrior camp, which was next to this mansion. “Winter has arrived. Do you like seeing snow?” Alaric stared at me without blinking. "The winter temperature in the River Pack Clan is not too cold compared to the Mountain Pack Clan and the Sea Pack Clan. The coldest is the Sea Pack Clan because they are surrounded by the sea, which blows strong cold winds."