Silk And Snow Novels & Stories

So I took a sip of the water in front of me and waited. I had learnt one thing while getting to know Reine. Silence was the best means to get her to talk. Asking a lot of questions would just make her balk and she would never give you the answer you were looking for. It was much easier to wait for her to give you a concrete answer. “I’m sorry. But she wanted to know why I had not told her anything about you. And she saw the ring. Sandra knows everything about me. I couldn’t lie to her and tell her it was love at first sight. She knows me well enough to know it’s not the truth.”

The kind of cold that didn’t bite—just reminded you that you were alive. The snow was falling again, but it wasn’t a blizzard. There was no wind, no chaos, just delicate flakes drifting down like a lullaby, turning the world soft around the edges. Streetlamps glowed gold in the dark, their halos shimmering against the snowfall. It was so quiet I could hear the crunch of our boots and the rhythmic jingle of Pockets’ collar.

Heavy boots crunched rapidly through the deep snow. Silas grabbed my shoulders. He yanked me upward, trying to pull me off my frozen knees. "Silas, stop," I rasped. My vocal cords were completely frozen. "He will kill you." "I don't give a fuck what he does to me," Silas roared over the howling wind. He wrapped his arms around my waist, trying to physically lift me. "You are going to die out here. Stand up and you are coming with me." "Put her down."

{TW: Family violence} The balcony overlooked the sprawling woods, now blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow. The winter scene was breathtakingly beautiful, with the snow-covered treetops stretching out as far as the eye could see. The silence was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of a bird or the distant creak of a tree swaying gently in the wind.

Kail was still smiling innocently and looking down at her. Feeling the warmth of his hand, Silje blinked. Kail whispered, “Silje, let’s walk just a little while longer.” They strolled the park quietly, passing by people who indeed looked happy. Suddenly, Silje saw a tiny white speck in the air. She raised her hand and realized that it was snowing. The first snow of the year. And it happened when she was on a date with Kail in Central Park. “It’s snowing, Kail. It’s the first snow.”

The Siege of the Black Snow While Elias stood in the silent cavern, the Silver Basin was a vision of hell. The sky had turned a bruised, oily purple, and the snow falling from the clouds was pitch black. Where the flakes touched the ground, the grass withered instantly. Where they touched a wolf’s fur, the wolf let out a scream as their strength was sucked away.

The portal shimmer vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving the snowfield silent and the wolves breathing like they had just sprinted across the entire territory. Then it started snowing. Not regular snow. Unnatural snow. The kind of snow that fell straight down without drifting, glowing faintly like moonlit embers and humming. Humming. Snow should not hum. Snow should fall quietly and behave itself. This snow had opinions. Lucian looked up at the sky and screamed. “Why is it singing?”

That very night, the first fall of snow, two private planes landed at different airports boarded the most powerful and wealthiest people on the entire globe. The world was raining fluffy silver snowflakes. It acts like an angel, fluttering down from the sky with such grace and elegance, and softly lands on the earth. The snow-covered people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, and come to a crystal-clear fairytale world. The scent of snow gives a cool and soothing comfort. It sprinkled beauty everywhere.

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

The only thing was that his skin was coarse and that he had a scar marring his cheek. I curtsied. "Greetings, Your Highness. I'm Giselle Chapman of the Chapman family." Gideon was taken aback. Then, he hurriedly helped me up. "Please, Ms. Chapman. There's no need to be so polite." His Majesty and Aunt Melanie were happy to see that we didn't have any problems getting along. His Majesty approached us with a smile and said, "What do you think of this brat now that you've met him, Gigi? If you feel like you two can get along, I'll issue a decree for your marriage."