Ms Winters Novels & Stories

Celeste was inside, doing one final sweep of the apartment. The air was brisk and quiet, filled only with the faint rustle of winter wind threading through the city streets. There was a stillness in it. Like the city knew they were leaving. Cedric and the rest of the Winters family would take a different route, gathering the few remaining wolves that had followed them from the old territory. They would return home the long way, giving the others space to settle in and prepare. Victoria hoisted a bag into the trunk when she heard the sound of boots approaching behind her.

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.

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.

"One hardly comes across six hundred thousand on a job this easy." "Well, I didn't mean it though. C'mon I have a right to think, don't I? I merely voiced out a thought." The third speaker defended his previous statement. Winter stepped into the long hallway a bit too cautiously so that they didn't notice her at first. Yes, there were four of them, ski-masked, holding flashlights, and armed. One was already working on the edges of the portrait, making progress in his bid to unfasten the screws that held it to the wall. They were all humans, and foreigners too. She could tell that from that scent despite being a city-bred wolf.

*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.

It was eight o’clock in the night by the time Mason was done with the video conference. Instead of going back to the bedroom, he walked over to the window in the study and smoked a couple of cigarettes. A wisp of smoke hung in the air, covering the study with a greenish hue. Mist covered the entire window. He reached out and wiped the glass, only to find four inches thick of pockets of snow gathered on the ground. It snowed particularly heavily this winter, it seemed.