Novel & Cerita Snow Kisses

I tasted his love, his longing, and everything else he was feeling through that kiss. I then heard a commotion erupting around us. Their voices were full of joy and excitement, so I pulled away thinking that they might have been watching us make out in the middle of a landmark, but once I opened my eyes, I immediately understood what all the fuzz was about. There was snow falling from the sky. I held up my palm and I wasn't imagining things. It was really snowing. "Yoona said that the first person you kiss on the first snow you'll ever experience is the person you're meant to be with, right?" He asked and I nodded at him, but before I could verbally respond, his lips were already on mine aga

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

“What is it?” He smiled wide, proud of choosing something I liked. “It's a moscato from Australia. I thought you might like it. It's sweet like you.” “You thought right,” I said, taking a second, larger sip before handing him my glass for more. He filled my glass as well as his before sitting. Everything was beautiful. The white gauzy fabric of the gazebo floated lazily on the soft breeze, far from the gentle flicker of the candle flames. The ocean provided the background music, a soft murmur punctuated with cries from seagulls in the distance. “This is amazing, by the way. Thank you.”

Leo had sent me to sensory heaven two times in the space of a single shower. He held his body against mine, slowing his pace to a stop. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed me, teasing me with his lips. I brought my hand up to his face, smiling contentedly as we kissed. My fingers danced down his shoulders, making their way down across his biceps. His skin was slick with moisture, causing my hands to slide easily along.

Then a voice slid behind her, low and silken. “You wear the cage well.” She spun to see Nikolai Vasiliev, the blond-scarred man from earlier. His smile was sharp as a blade, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he held two glasses of champagne. Her body stiffened. “Stay away from me.” He offered her a glass, tilting his head. “If I meant you harm, Bella, I’d hardly waste good champagne.” “I don’t drink with strangers,” she said coldly. “But we’re not strangers anymore, are we?” His gaze lingered on her crimson dress. “You’re unforgettable. Like blood spilled on snow.”

KIERAN Snow, that is what I wake up into, not at school but the pain of frostbite. It falls in an endless cycle all about me, no atom of colour, just pure, white snow. It gathers on my lashes, melts against my skin, my feet are bare, and numb, my shoulders hurt too. I look back, and there's blood trailing behind me as I drag my broken body through it. Fighting to move on wards, in my arms is precious cargo, I look down as I see him, blonde hair tangled with frost, my torn jacket acting as a scarf for him, green eyes too bright against his skin, as his lips had gone pale from the cold.

I backed her up against the plexiglass, the cold surface at her back and the heat of my body in front of her. "Cole," she whispered, her breath hitching. "The ice is cold, Raven," I murmured, my hands sliding up to cup her face. "But we’re burning." I kissed her. The moment our lips met, I felt it in my chest. The kiss was playful at first, a celebration of the night, but it quickly escalated into something deeper. I tasted the winter on her tongue, the power she was finally owning. My hands moved down her back, pulling her closer, our skates clicking together as we moved in a slow, sensual dance.

"Whether we like it or not." "I'm starting to think I might actually like it," Adrian admitted, looking at me. "Which is terrifying." "Same," I said, moving closer. "This whole thing is completely insane." "Completely," Adrian agreed, and then we were kissing again. This time it was different though, slower and less desperate, like we were actually exploring instead of just trying to forget. Adrian's hands were sliding under my shirt when his phone rang and we broke apart breathing hard. "It's Helen," Adrian said, answering. "What's wrong?"

I whispered, leaning my head against his chest as we glided slowly around the rink. "Just this," Niklaus agreed. He stopped skating and turned me to face him. The white lights of the rink reflected in his dark eyes, making them look like stars. "I spent so long chasing power, Kesley. But standing here with you, I realize I’ve already won everything I ever wanted." He leaned down and kissed me, a slow, sweet kiss that tasted like hot chocolate. Around us, the world kept moving, but on that ice, time stood still.

The first snowflake didn’t melt, it didn’t even feel cold, when it touched the marble of the balcony, it let out a faint, high-pitched chime, like a crystal singing to itself, within an hour, the "Snow" was falling across the entire Zenith City, fine, shimmering flakes of Solid Starlight that didn't pile up like ice, but began to coat everything in a terrifying, beautiful frost.