Snow Kisses Novels & Stories

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Lips and tongue spoke words and promises, some of them made no sense to me but that was perfect. The night was cool, the slight breeze from the lake made it even cooler, Kayla's body on mine was cold, raising chills on my body. She felt the chills and pulled back but only a little. "I'm alright," I assured her. Her lips were damp and swollen from kisses. I wanted more. I leaned forward. "Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded. "Right now I don't think I blizzard would stop me from being here with you. All the cold in the world could try and failed."

Her little pajamas rustled with every hop. She stared up at the sky with sparkling eyes, hoping for more snowflakes to fall. A tiny breath puffed from her mouth like mist. Deep down, she knew her mother would scold her if she got caught out here, whispering that she’d catch a cold but the magic of the snow was too tempting. One delicate flake landed on her tiny nose. “Heehee!” Rosa squealed loudly, rubbing it off with her mitten-like hand, then turned to her teddy.

Twenty inches in four hours. "On January 8th, five days from now, there's going to be a sudden snow event. Twenty inches in four hours, starting at 2 PM. No meteorologist will see it coming. It will shut down the entire city." Morrison wrote this down. "And if this doesn't happen?" "Then charge me with whatever you want. But if it does happen exactly as I said, you need to take me seriously about February 14th." "And if we decide you're just lucky?"

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

My hands trembled as I exited the group. I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear. Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed. "My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."

When I reached the rink level, the wall of Alpha scent slammed into me. It was musky. Aggressive. Dominant. Knox was the last one to step off the ice. The thunk of his skates on the rubber matting made my skin crawl. He did not stop until the toe of his boot was an inch from my sneaker. I had to lean my head back to look at him. He was tall, confident, and he looked perfect even with the sweat clinging to his jersey. He leaned down, bringing his face close to mine. I could smell him now. Really smell him. It was a mixture of wood, ice, and a dark spicy musk that made my knees feel shaky.

​I made a face in disgust and awkwardly stood there for just a few seconds before slowly making my way towards the door, hoping that the girls wouldn't notice me. ​“Don’t just stand around to watch, sweetheart. Join us.” ​Somehow, Kevin calling me sweetheart sent chills running down my spine. It reminded me of Dexter and how he used to call me that all the time. ​“No, thanks,” I mumbled, eyeing the girls, who were now smirking at me as I left the room. ​The whole mansion was almost completely dark, except for the disco ball lights, and I cringed a little when I noticed the people and how most of them were barely wearing anything by now. How the hell am I supposed to get any sleep now?

The air in the Briarwood locker room was heavy, wet soup—old sweat, the strong smell of sports tape, and the fancy cologne the guys used to cover up the rink smell. Outside my stall, the other Knights were a mix of loud voices, slamming locker doors, and high-fives. Loud rap music with heavy bass played from a speaker in the corner, shaking the floor and my feet. It was meant to be a fun time after skating, but it didn't help with the silence in my mind. “Voss! Are you planning on living in there, or are we going to the Liquid Lounge?” I didn't look up. I knew the voice. John, our goalie and my oldest friend. I could hear the steady clack-clack-clack of his skates as he finished unbuckling h

*Ana* Snow falls inside the room. It drifts down in slow, impossible spirals between wooden rafters that shouldn't exist in a desert palace, each flake suspended in silence thick enough to choke on. They kiss my bare skin with tiny deaths. Soft, cold, gone, melting before they can accumulate, leaving trails of shimmering droplets that feel like tears I haven't shed yet.