Once Upon A Winter's Date Novels & Stories

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

Mixed with the piercing sound of the doorbell, it instantly drowned out the cheers coming from the TV. The laughter in the private room came to an abrupt halt. Uncle Arnold's hand trembled slightly, sending ash from his cigarette onto his pants. Dad frowned in displeasure and slammed his fork heavily onto the table. "Who is it? It's Christmas Eve—why are they acting like they're announcing death? Hey, waiter! What's going on? How can you just let anyone in?" The door to the private room burst open. My mother, Sharon Schmitt, stood there covered in snow, her hair plastered messily against her face.

"Snow, help me!" Emma called me in the morning, as it was Saturday and we are off from work. "What is it?" Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I yawned. I really hate people calling me by the morning. "I have...a DATE!" she yelled through the phone. I sat up straight, hitting my head on the headboard but that's not what I was worried about. "A what?" I asked, "Can you repeat that again?" "A date, Snow! And I'm having problems! Come over here ASAP! I need you! I don't know what to dress and what makeup and-"

It was a divorce certificate, dated today. Miles stood frozen in place. The sunlight was still warm, but he felt a chill run through him. Did Wendy not cancel the divorce application?

Then I got up and dealt with Lily's bath, and the universe did not pause its operations because I was going on a date on Saturday. I had called it a date, In my own head, to myself, without qualification or caveat. I noted that and kept moving. The restaurant was small, a neighbourhood place, warmly lit, close tables, the kind of restaurant that took a long time to find and felt like a secret once you had. "I didn't know places like this existed in your life," I said, once we were seated. He looked at the menu. "There are corners of my life you haven't seen yet."

Wendy stating the obvious, "and neither of us wants to wait another nineteen years." "Definitely not." I replied firmly. "My task is nearing the end and if you want to wait..." "I'll wait." My turn to sound desperate. "We can retire early, both of us, maybe in a few years, and spend our Winter together." "Just one winter?" My hopes had been raised then dashed. "Our Winter." Wendy said. "I believe our lives have four seasons. Our first time was Spring, our second was Summer this is our Fall and when I return we have Winter."

Winter nodded, sitting down as she opened the first book. Hours passed in silence as they combed through decades of pack history, looking for any reference to the circumstances surrounding her transformation. At last, Winter sighed in frustration, reclining in her seat. “Nothing is here. It seems as though it never happened.” Flipping through another document, Hadzen scowled. “Never give up. Sometimes the answers are hidden in unexpected places.” Winter sighed but did as she was told, running her fingertips over the yellowed pages of an ancient diary. Suddenly, she noticed something—a name—as she flipped the last few pages.

And after this rest, this deep breath of cool fresh air, we are ready for the sweet mischief of spring. Under a dove grey sky the colours of world don Jake's winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before as he looked on the path which sparkles and crunches, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings him right into the now, into the moment of life. Though the flowers sleep and the trees show their lofty arms once more, a smile plays upon these cold pink lips of his. For as much as he loved the summertime, he love the winter more. For every perfume of the meadow, there is the earthy loam of the newly-lit forest floor.

Winter had only just arrived, and it wasn't truly cold just yet, but I felt chilled to the bone. We've had our ups and downs, and I was the only one who was by his side through it all. I thought that was going to be the case for the rest of our lives, yet he got me into trouble just so he could get engaged to someone else. How pathetic was I, to allow him to trample on me over and over again? As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow.

“Hey, man! Don’t forget about the underground party tonight. It’s a once-a-year thing, and you’ve been talking about it for weeks. Don’t go missing on me now.” “What day is it?” Wayne asks, his voice serious. “What day? It’s the 12th. Why?” Wayne's blood freezes. The date sounds familiar to him. The 12th. That's the day, Wade proposed to her, the pretty red head. His wolf cries, each sound bringing in more memories. He scrolls through his calendar, his hands trembling. How does he manage to know all of these though? He matches every single memory with the pains in his head. The fragmented pieces of memories.