Once Upon A Winter's Date Novels & Stories

I took her white fur shawl and pulled her chair out for her. "Here are your menus. Your waiter will be with you shortly." The hostess said before walking back to her post. A few moments later and we placed our orders. I reached for Winter's hand from across the table and just stared into her beautiful eyes. “I’m so happy we get to do this. This is the first time I’ve been able to take you on a proper date.” Winter’s cheeks flushed, “I‘m happy too. With everything that’s been going on, we haven’t really had the time to really spend with each other.“

And after having loved Joshua so deeply, she had no intention of falling for anyone else for at least the next five or eight years. The pain of loving the wrong person had cut her to the bone. It was a fine morning. After breakfast, Winter took a moment and called her uncle, Nigel Everhart. After a few rings, a familiar, languid middle-aged voice answered. "Hello? Who is this?" Winter kept her voice steady, betraying none of what she felt. "Uncle Nigel, it's me, Win." Nigel paused, then chuckled awkwardly. "Oh? Winter! My high and mighty niece still remembers me, huh?"

WINTER'S POV "I'm going on my first date!" I cried aloud after cutting Aspen's call. And he told me he is taking me out on a date. I jump in excitement; I danced like a maniac on my bed. I don't know where I got the foolishness from, but it was there. I'm feeling like a teen girl who just got noticed by their crush. This feeling is beyond words. After getting through my closet, I decided to wear a white sweater with dark jeans and black boots. I also take a jacket with me as it does get colder into the night. I apply mascara with some eyes lines and light pink lip gloss.

“Please explain.” “Caspian!” Trying very hard not to laugh, I raised my eyebrows. “No. Please, enlighten me. I would love to hear the Winter version of history.” “You suck.” Laughing, I motioned for her to come forward. Slipping my leg down, I had her stand between my legs. It was odd looking up at her but her face was red again. I reached up and cupped her cheeks. ‘May I?’ She smiled as I let Onan step forward. Winter seemed a bit surprised but her smile never left. He brushed her cheek with our thumb.

Well prepared. “Come on, my lovely,” Slimy coos, “let’s finish getting you dressed.” Sliding another cuff bracelet over my other wrist, he drags me to my feet. “You have a very special date tonight.” ** Tessa The scent of winter is on the wind as the Luna and I walk towards her new grove. With the nights growing much colder and the sunrise coming much later, we’re reaching the old farmhouse in between the rabbits’ diurnal activity peaks. While I’m disappointed, there are still many interesting odors that linger here, and I content myself with those.

As he swiped the screen, he accidentally opened his gallery. ​Spring, leaning forward with a newfound curiosity, caught a glimpse of the screen. ​"Oh," she breathed, her hand reaching out to touch the glass. "Who is she?" ​August looked down. It was a photo of Winter. She was standing in a field of sunflowers, her hair blowing in the wind, her smile so bright it looked like it could heal the world. It was the last photo he had taken of her before the accident. His first love. His everything.

Max was running around the front yard, occasionally coming back to the steps for a few moments of petting before racing out onto the lawn again and resuming his fun. Today was the twenty-first of December—the winter solstice. The reason Rave was gone. Leesa was watching to see if she might notice anything different about the sun today, some slight change that could account for the volkaanes retreating to their New Hampshire sanctuary. If there was anything different, she could not detect it. It seemed like any other winter afternoon to her.

Tears streamed down my face as I fell asleep in the darkness. I had just fallen asleep when I woke to the sound of the front door opening. Two voices, a man's and a woman's, filled the entryway. The woman was my wife, Sandra, and the man… I didn't need to guess. It had to be Shawn. "Ugh, it's pitch black in here. Xavier hasn't come home yet," Sandra muttered with disdain. "I guess he wants to give me the silent treatment again for being out with you on your birthday."

In the small yard in front of the restaurant, he planted a row of pear trees, the snow pears Heather had always loved. In the fall, Heather's throat would often become dry and sore, so Mitchell had the restaurant manager send pears to all the people living nearby. He personally picked the best ones to send to Heather. The pears were returned untouched, along with a message: Heather and Colin were getting married. Mitchell didn't react much to the news, but his reddened eyes betrayed his true feelings. On the wedding day, Mitchell hid in the back of the crowd. After Colin recited his vows, Mitchell was the first to shed tears. From that moment on, the girl who had once loved him so deeply wou

In that moment, the Manor of Winter Secrets seemed to exhale — the whispering portraits softened, the walls stopped trembling, and the long Solstice finally found its peace. Not perfect. Not simple. But whole.