Once Upon A Winter's Date Novels & Stories

"I could just take my clothes off to get it back Ms. Winters." I said innocently before taking a sip of my coffee "At least take me on a date first Miss Collins." She joked before placing her mug into the sink She was so hot and cold this morning and I have no idea how I ended up here last night but god I was glad I had. I've done a lot of stupid shit but accidentally wandering onto her lawn and kissing her last night has to be one of the best drunken mistakes I've ever made.

Also, it was to announce the addition to the pack. As I approached the large hall, my breath transformed into mist in the chilly winter air. My heart pounded with excitement as I joined the crowd of Lunas moving towards the grand entrance. The sound of crunching snow under our feet resonated in the atmosphere, mingling with the distant howling of wolves. The snowfall was the perfect accompaniment, adding even more significance to the occasion. "Luna Winter," I turned as I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Once upon a time, in the middle of winter, the snowflakes were falling like feathers from the sky. At a castle window framed in ebony sat a young Queen working at her embroidery, and as she was stitching away and gazing at the snowflakes now and then, she picked her finger and three little drops of blood fell down upon the snow.

I muttered, since I was clueless on what to say. “Yes Mr. Granger.” “I heard he’s a real romantic.” The lady on my other side said. “Yeah.” I said, trying not to roll my eyes. “Where do you guys go on dates?” A woman next to the first woman who had spoken up asked. “We just hang around and stuff.” “Holding hands…” “Oh my God! It’s winter! They hold hands in the pocket of Mr. Granger’s padded jacket, eat hot chicken broth from the same bowl, walk underneath one umbrella in the snow, tell jokes cuddled in bed, read in front of the fireplace…”

"You did." "Look, I'm not trying to say that you're a liar or that any of these is a lie, but the thing is, I don't seem to know any of these things you're talking to me about. I'm not whoever you're taking me to be. My name's Winter, not Vinci and I'm a girl and not a man —”

Winter’s POV My fingers clicked hurriedly through the keyboard. Today was my last day in the office before I go for my finally awaited one-month holiday break. I paused to zoom in on the picture displayed on my laptop, a picture of Nolan Smith, my boyfriend. “Your boyfriend?” A voice breathed near my ear, startling me. My fingers flew to the touchpad, fumbling to close the tab. “It's so nice to be young and in love,” My chief editor, Mrs Quinn, leaned against my desk.

Not only had I confessed, we were going to go on a date tomorrow. It was like a dream. The high I felt suddenly plummeted as I realized I was going on a date tomorrow. Then I started screaming on the inside for a totally different reason. 'Winter, what do I do?' 'What do you want me to say? Just treat it like your last date.' 'It wasn't a date.' 'Whatever you say. Make sure not to bring any baggage that might ruin the atmosphere.' 'Are you talking about my personal servants?' 'Obviously. Last time, they were clearly trying to block his attempts at getting closer to you.'

he said with a wink then laughed afterward. And for no apparent reason, I caught myself staring at his face once again. Before he could even catch me, I shook my head and averted my gaze. "By the way, Winter. Why did you actually ask me to have a date with you today?" "Because I just want to. I have nothing to do, anyway. If I stay all day in that mansion, I'll just get bored." He nodded his head. "I see. Thanks for inviting me out, by the way."

, so why should I? Hans was still asleep, with his arm lodged deep in my bosom. Silently, I disconnected him from my body and crept towards the lake to watch my reflection under the bright moon. Removing Hans' robe slowly, I observed the marks he had left on my naked body. I had very fair skin, snow-white by definition, which went very well with my name, Winter. My skin got bruised easily, which Hans knew. I didn’t understand what he stood to gain by leaving these marks. Didn’t he know that I was fond of revealing outfits? Or was he trying to prove something to Charley?

I called softly, but she didn’t seem to realize that she wasn’t alone anymore. I walked closer and hunched in front of her. Sweat covered her temple, and her face lost all the colors. She was as pale as a corpse. “Who are you?” Instead of giving my answer, I lifted my hand and brushed it on her temple, and she moved backward. Her eyes were trying so hard to focus on me. “I am here.” Upon hearing my voice, Winter’s eyes enlarged, her mouth was agape, and then she moved even farther from me. “Go away, Dante.”