Ms Winters 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.

Twelve years later Xander "The Winters Corporation is now one of the most powerful and influential companies in the world. Over the past twelve years, under the leadership of Xander Winters, the company has not only expanded but has gained control over major industries, shaping global markets with its advancements. With its dominance in technology, finance, and infrastructure, it is no exaggeration to say that Winters Corporation holds a significant stake in the world's economy. And now, after twelve years in London, the man behind it all, President Xander Winters, is returning to the country."

Growing up in Wisconsin, cold winters were something I was accustomed to. I was not prepared for the brutally cold winters in northern Minnesota. I am in my second year at The University of Minnesota Duluth. It’s currently -55° with wind chill. It’s so cold, it hurts to breathe.

And now, my biggest opportunity. But before I could process it, a deafening roar of wind echoed from outside, shaking the cabin. I moved to the window and saw a flurry of snow. From the living room, the TV announced a breaking news update: a massive snowstorm had hit, and no travel was advised. I was snowed in. With him. My ex-boyfriend’s dad.

"Calista, I missed you so much. Come inside. I made all your favorite dishes." At the dining table, I saw a familiar face: my former fiance, Rowan Mercer. When he saw me, he stood politely. "It’s been a long time. Welcome home." After we shook hands, we all sat down to eat together. After dinner, my father explained that Rowan was now an executive at Aurelion Dynamics, which was one of Virel Consortium’s subsidiaries. He praised his dedication and said he had great potential, even suggesting that I work with him. The next day, I became president of Aurelion Dynamics. Rowan gave me a detailed briefing on the company’s operations.

They made ready for the long night of winter, but while in the previous years Melissa had tended the fire and kept the girls warm in her wolf form and William hunted for game, now they had to tend the fire alone when their father dared to venture into the storm. This winter was particularly harsh. Shrieking winds clawed at the boards that shielded the windows and moaned through miniscule cracks in the walls. Huge drifts of snow soon piled up, blocking the doorway to the little wooden house, and preventing William from easily leaving even for more firewood. He did his best to keep a little tunnel tramped down along the side of the house to the woodshed but the swirling snow seemed determined

I paused to take a drink of water, “I used to live in northern Michigan. Indy winters don’t compare.” Tristan smiled. Oh, shit, my heart. It fluttered every time he flashed those pearly whites. “How so, chica?” “Uh.” I was suddenly nervous as I looked into his deep chocolate eyes. “Way more snow. The winters start sooner and last longer. And it’s not unusual to have days and days of temps in the negatives.” Tristan chuckled as he pushed rice around his plate. “Why would anyone want to live there?” “Trust me.” I leaned forward. “I asked myself that many times. Indy’s nowhere near as bad. I mean, it can get bitter cold, but the temperature averages in the thirties and high twenties.”

Elena said gazing down at her palms. “What is Elena?” Uriel asked, focusing his gaze at her. “Winter of course!; Magicum winteriun transformtum!” Elena enchants, raising her two hands up to the sky, releasing winter and ice from her hands. It reaches up to the sky bursting into tiny glaciers and then turning into Snow and ice. Winterfell was now back to its former glory filled with Life and happiness. “Woah! It's quite beautiful!” Uriel said happily flying in circles.

The forest was alive with silver. Moonlight dripped through the bare branches like liquid frost, pooling on the ground in pale, shimmering sheets. The Winter Moon—the brightest, coldest full moon of the year—hung heavy above the Winterwood, casting everything in a ghostlike glow. Lyra Whitlock paused at the treeline, breath fogging in the crisp air. Her heartbeat thudded unevenly beneath her cloak. This was her last moment alone before the festival. Before the ceremony. Before the pact that would bind her life to a man she’d never met.