Ms Winters Novels & Stories

Noah If you favoured Minnesota in the winter, the beautiful snow covered scape and curling up in front of a fire place with a hot whipped coffee, then you'd definitely find Miami offensive as fuck. It was less than a week to Christmas and the sun was out. It wasn’t even noon and it was already making a damn spectacle of itself, glaring down on my windshield like I owed it money. I had the AC blasting, sunglasses on, and I was still squinting like a mole dragged out of his burrow.

I didn’t tell her the truth, but she respected my wish. The new building Winter. co was finished last month. The building is huge with 88 floors and it takes the place at being the highest building in our city. It has to be a really big company. But there is no information to be found about it, only that the owners' names are Kian and Alex Winter.

Tenny rattled off with a huge amount of enthusiasm. “No, I’m not going,” Santiago was barely hearing Tenny’s voice as he strained to focus his ears on the words that the lush, pink lips were saying on the screen. “This club is kickin’. It is absolutely chock full of young, delicious co-eds and get this…they have to come wearing a bikini top or they can’t get in!” Tenny Rodriguez was a werewolf just like Santiago and they’d known each other their whole lives. Even though Tenny was from another pack, they'd always gotten along and his friend didn't hold it against him when he'd abandoned his ancient duty for a relatively human existence.

*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.

“I think they’ve divorced for real. Or else, why hasn’t Mdm. Winters made an appearance in public for four years?” “You got a point. Mdm. Winters, the most beautiful woman in Sea City, appeared on the news headlines almost every month ever since she came back. Then, she disappeared for four years. It just isn’t her style. Perhaps she couldn’t fit in after her divorce, so she went to settle abroad.” “Hey, did you guys realize that Ms. Willis looks kind of similar to Mdm. Winters?” “You’re right…” The ladies at the entrance of the banquet chatted, and behind them stood three children.

"No, thank you." Winston's voice cracked when he spoke again. "Millie, did you see the news about Joanna today?" "I did." With his gaze lowered, he uttered, "I'm sorry. This is the best closure I could offer you." Millie's eyelashes fluttered slightly. Snow began to drift down from the sky. It was late December, and Yerwick City was biting cold. The tip of Millie's nose had turned pink from the chill. She then gave a gentle smile and replied, "Thank you."

I blink and tear my eyes away from the ocean, only to look at something even more beautiful. Danielle. “What are you thinking about?” she asks. “How I might leave the bar in Owen’s hands and never go home. It would be nice to have this year-round.” “Midwest winters can be brutal. But wouldn’t you miss the change in seasons?” I sweep my hand out at the ocean so blue it blends right in with the sky. “Not if I had this.” “Christmas and the cold just go hand in hand to me. It would be weird not to have snow around the holidays.”

65 In the midst of the soft whispers of falling snowflakes, I cautiously made my way beyond the grand doors of the snowy castle manor. The air was sharp and cold, and the floors beneath my boots were uniformly blanketed with snow. The entire world around me had transformed into a winter wonderland—so, this is the North. The castle's majestic turrets stood tall, resembling silent sentinels against the canvas of the pristine, snow-covered landscape.

Three days ago, Miranda received a call from Winter. Her friend had finally completed the project she was working on, and Marshall had gone back to his hometown for the winter break. Winter slept for two days straight. Feeling bored, she asked Miranda to join her on a trip on a whim. "As for our destination…" Winter stroked her chin. " Let's go to Marvedis." Miranda gave it a brief thought before agreeing with Winter's suggestion. "Okay." Besides trying to avoid the commotion Sam and Hansel had stirred, she also wanted to have a good rest.

Ten years passed. For long-lived werewolves, it was the blink of an eye. For Axel, it was 3,650 days and nights of burning in hell. Under Axel's rule, the Shadowcrest pack swallowed every neighboring pack and became the sole power across the wasteland. No one dared speak the name 'Seraphina'. No one dared to approach the tattered tent at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where snow and wind never ceased. It was forbidden ground, the den of the mad wolf Axel.