Silk And Snow Novels & Stories

Her eyes lingered on Dylan’s face, as if memorizing it. “Once the baby’s gone, we’ll pretend none of this ever happened.” Silence fell between them. Dylan stared at her, jaw tight, saying nothing. After a long pause, he finally snapped, “You better mean it.” Before she could respond, Dylan’s phone rang. He answered, and whatever he heard made his expression shift instantly. Without another word, he ran out into the snow, not even stopping to grab his coat. Zoe watched his figure vanish into the swirling white.

At that moment it started to snow, Rose’s favorite season. It was the first snow. Her favorite day of the year. Rosalie had always loved the snow, but her love for the season grew because the snow had led her to meet Hakeem. They would’ve been in their little cottage, celebrating their first baby together. The snow would’ve been the icing on the cake as they enjoyed each other's company. When Hakeem finally looked at her with trembling lips, unable to speak, her heart broke all over again. But, she knew she’d take the bullet all over again.

“Okay.” My brother moved faster than I expected. Not long after, an unsigned letter appeared in Ethan’s office. There was no sender and no postmark. It looked as if it had appeared out of thin air. Ethan opened the envelope. The contents were short and simple. The moment he read them, his heart began to pound. Since returning, Olivia had never cut ties with her ex-husband. The two of them had already planned everything. Once they obtained the Ferguson Group’s core technology and funds, they intended to stage an “accident” and make Ethan disappear so they could take all the wealth for themselves.

With one look, I knew what he wanted to wear. With one glance from me, he knew to tilt his head up for me to tie his tie, or raise his hand for me to fasten his cufflinks. Outside the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, Long Island trees cast shifting shadows. Wind blew through the leaves, throwing pale green light onto the white marble floor. In the mirror, he wore a charcoal Brioni suit. I wore a peach silk slip dress. At that moment, peaceful and gentle, we really did look like newlyweds.

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

POV DARLENE The snow in the North no longer felt like a shroud; it felt like a Benediction. As the dawn of the final chapter broke over the Heartwood Citadel, the sky was a canvas of impossible colors—deep violet, shimmering gold, and a soft, emerald green that pulsed in rhythm with the heartbeat of the land. The "Sovereign Static" had matured into a permanent, gentle atmosphere, a protective embrace that whispered of safety and belonging. The war for the "Code" was a ghost, the "Audit" was a myth, and the world was finally, beautifully, Ours.

Infuriated, the Queen lunged forward to strike her, but Snow White swung back, her palm connecting with the Queen’s cheek with a sharp slap! "You! I will kill you with my own hands!" The Queen’s eyes blazed. She saw Snow White blowing frantically into the leaf whistle, but no sound came out. The Queen let out a mocking laugh. "A silent whistle? Do you honestly think those seven idiot Titans are coming to save you? You’re delusional!" "Who said it was silent? The frequency of that whistle is something only a Titan can hear from miles away," a deep, gravelly voice thundered.

Lin said, his voice cold. ​“Then the East will drown with the rest of us,” I replied, standing up and pulling Winnie to her feet. “Because the tide is rising, Speaker. And it does not care about your Emperor’s pride.” ​Outside the forge, the first snow of the new world began to fall. But it was not white. It was purple, and as it hit the ground, it didn’t melt. It began to sing.

A reminder of the night the man kneeling in the mud had left me to burn in the wreckage of a car trap while he protected his throne. "You handled that beautifully," Silas said, his smooth voice cutting through the quiet hum of the estate's air filtration system. He was leaning against the arched doorway of the library, holding a crystal glass of dark amber whiskey. He had discarded his suit jacket, and his white shirt sleeves were rolled tightly up to his elbows, exposing the hard, corded muscles of his forearms. The leather shoulder holster strapped across his chest looked dark against the white fabric, housing the lethal weapon he kept loaded at all times. "Though a part of me wished you h