Names That Mean Snow Novels & Stories

My name was Nicole Smith, and I had just celebrated my 18th birthday. Growing up with strict parents, I have never ventured into the world of dating. While my peers had cycled through boyfriends, I had yet to experience the simple touch of a man's hand. On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith."

“Why Winter?” “I heard a story from my dad before that in the deep mountains and old forests, the snow doesn’t melt all year-round. So the people living there are constantly in bitter hardship. But fortunately, there’s a young lady named Winter who’ll show up once every New Year’s to make house calls for the villagers. Since Sis Zetty has the heart of a saint as well, let’s change your name to Winter.” Baby Zetty pondered it and said, “Winter, the one who saves the world? The name is worthy of my identity as a medical practitioner. Alright, I shall be called Winter from now on.”

"I haven't named for Only Snow Wolf yet, let's name it together!" Only Snow Wolf seemed to understand, and in front of him let out a small sound of amusement. Vivian Arnold focused on driving, peach lips sounded clear and gentle. "I don't know, what should I call it?" Tadgh Walter thought quickly, said. "I want it to keep you safe, so let's put it... Gunner Vivian, what do you think?" Vivian Arnold said surprised. "Why is my name inside?" "It's simple, this is my gift for you, hope you like it!"

"He will not take kindly to your teasing, and he's one of the few fairies I consider to be a friend." "Okay." I held up my hands in surrender. "I won't call your friend Snow White." "Thank you." "How about Shaun White?" I giggled. "Shaun..." Tiernan frowned. "Isn't he a human athlete?" "A snowboarder, actually," I said. "Kind of a funny coincidence that his name is so close to Snow White." "It's not close to Snow White, it's another name entirely." Tiernan rolled his eyes. "A name which should only be used in reference to him, not Iain."

I laid back again to our bed as I place puppy on top of my stomach. "You have a white fur like mine, but yours has brown like but I have gray-silver one." I paused, thinking deeply as an idea pop in my head. "I'll call you Snowbie! do you like it? Snowbie because white for snow and bie short for brown!" I chuckle at my words but snowbie just bark, as if telling me she like her new name.

At seven months pregnant we finally decided on a name, or rather, two names since we didn't know the gender. "Stella Catherine if it's a girl," Emma said. "And James Adrian if it's a boy." "James?" I asked. "After our lawyer," Adrian explained. "He's saved our asses more times than I can count." "Fair point," I agreed. The nursery was finished with a crib Adrian had spent weeks assembling and neutral colors that would work for either gender, and walking into it made everything feel real. "We're about to be parents," I said, standing in the doorway.

After letters or texts he'll usually put SiR. Snezhinka: In Russian Snezhinka means Snowflake. She was a gift from Kingsley to Lyle. She is a werepolarbear aka werebear. She's around fifteen years old and has snow white hair that matches polar bear's fur. Her eyes are similar to the color of zircon. She cost 25 grand at an auction. She enjoys playing in the snow and sun. Her scent mixes with the smell of day time and vampires pick the scent up around her. Her nickname is Snow.

“Mama says it in that way that makes it sound like it’s a polite way of saying something bad…” “Then ignore her,” he replied, opening an eye to look at her. Ariadne laughed. She curled into his side. “You’re letting me stay here tonight?” “You, yes,” she said. “Archer no. As soon as you shift back, he needs to go.” “Got it,” the wolf nodded. “So… Do you have a name?” she asked. “Nieve.” “As in… Naive?” “No,” he shook his head. “It means snow.”

Still, she wondered—Would Rex even accept this new… dog? She looked up at Alexander. “What’s its name?” Seeing the flicker of interest in her eyes, Alexander’s lips curved into a grin. “They called him Jon Snow. But you can rename him. What do you want to call him?” “Snowball,” Serena decided after a pause. The name was absurdly cute for such a powerful animal, but somehow it fit. Snowball was larger and stronger than Rex, almost intimidating, but there was a beauty in its sheer size.

The woman said sticking out her hand towards me. "Sophia Romano." I said taking her hand in mine and shaking it. "Little one ,why were you crying?" I asked turning him around so he looks at me. " I did forget snow at home." Elijah said looking up at me. "Who's snow little one?" I asked looking at Angela and then back at him. "The stuffed tiger miss Sophia gave me. I named it snow because it is white." "Miss Sophia, if I'm not over stepping may I ask you something?" Little one's nonna ask sitting forward a bit.