Pepper Winters Books Novels & Stories

"It's a beautiful order, but it's lethal. It's from Redberg, right? Amid the Cold mountain ranges, a place of death, great famine, plague, and war existed. Yet, witches are revered by the locals as sacred beings because of their cold mystical properties and long history of magical enchantment, yet they hate them. Yes?" "Yes, milady, you're aware of that!" Darwin was ecstatic, and he let out an exclamation. Her mouth was curled into a grin as she cast him a sidelong glance. He was instantly intimidated and humiliated, averting his gaze and feeling a little hot under the collar. 'What a dunderhead' he thought to himself. She chuckled softly as if reading his mind and drew her chin up a few fee

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.

Wendy was on the balcony watering the plants with one hand resting on her slightly rounded belly. “Honey, try this,” Austin called from the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding a ladle. “I just learned how to make pork rib soup.” She smiled and walked over, tasting it from his hand. “Mmm, it’s good.” Austin raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “Of course it is. I followed Mom’s recipe to the letter.” Her phone buzzed suddenly. It was a message from Madeline: [Wendy, I heard Miles sold the company and moved to Swizor.]

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

Soon, old scandals resurfaced, banks withdrew loans, partners abandoned ship, and reporters besieged the mansion. Kirk updated me. "Richard blames it all on Olive, saying she colluded with outsiders to drain the company. Liam and Neal have cut ties with the Winters and are being hunted by Richard's enemies." I paused on a page—an equity certificate for a biotech company my mother owned. In my past life, Richard had obsessed over it but couldn't unlock its technological secrets. I closed the file. "Time to let him know what it feels like to lose everything." Three days later, the Winters Group declared bankruptcy.

At noon the next day, in the middle of June, snow began to fall. It came out of nowhere. Everyone else was caught up in the strange excitement of summer snowfall. Only the employees of the Lewis Group stayed home, just like they had been told, with heating equipment and food prepared in advance. That same day, Jasmine finally got what she wanted. She spent the afternoon in my bed with that balding man. Afterward, still not satisfied, she called me and asked when the money would be ready.

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However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

Then paused before adding, “Wait! Send me the media asking for an interview.” I could hear the excitement in my PA’s voice before I disconnected the call. I opened the door to see the kitchen was a mess. Flour littered the floor, with some kitchen utensils scattered about. Upon walking closer, I saw Winter by the sink, her index finger under the running tap. “Are you okay?” I asked, rushing towards her. This caused her to turn to me. “I was bored, so I tried to bake,” she said, casually. “What happened?” I asked, but I didn’t need an explanation to know what had happened.