Novel & Cerita Snow Kisses

CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR HUNTER POV III “Bad day Ha? Want me to take care of you? Make it better? Get some stress off ?” A girl about my age who is wearing too much dark makeup and is dressed scantily says when I look up. “Fuck off.” I say and begin to roll my window up but then I stop midway. “I might need your help. Do you know Kayla Frisks? Pretty girl, blonde hair she has a beauty mole below her lip….”

Her clear eyes held the colors of the fireworks and the gentle smile on her lips brought peace within his soul. Anthony leaned his face closer to Sydnee's cheek and gave it a peek, before he sat up straight and looked up in the colorful night sky. Sydnee just felt a warm and soft thing poked her cheek and it vanished as quickly as a wind. She looked at Anthony who was looking onto the night sky. Then she lowered her gaze and curled her lips. AFTER a night of gentle warmth, Sydnee was back again in the cold mansion that she viewed as a battleground. She happened to arrived at the mansion late so Lady Geneva was already waiting for her at the living room, while the duke was reading a magazine

“As if I can summon a single snowflake! I am a family disgrace, always have been, and my great-grandfather wants nothing to do with me. I am a bannik – we are all heat, not ice. The only things I am good at are tending banyas and losing girls.” Morozko looked like he had an upset stomach, one of the hallmarks of love-sickness. Snegurochka tried to cheer him up. “Sweetheart, when was the course of love easy?” She sighed. “I lost your father come spring, and so it goes with snow maidens. We melt, and men cannot stand the sight of us in summer, all dripping and teary-eyed, translucent as glass and glaciers.”

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

Marissa began to sing, her voice horribly off key. "Tiger here can be the Cowardly Lion," Allie said, blowing the tiger a kiss as we began walking back toward the wine tent. "I want to be Dorothy. Marissa, you're the Scarecrow." "Why am I the Scarecrow?" Marissa pouted. "Because you got no brain, sweetie," Allie said matter-of-factly. I snickered as we turned the bend, walking directly toward the penguin enclosure. My heart stopped as one of the little birds waddled out and dove into the cool water.

The sky was dark purple now, and the air was humid, dark, and full of promise. “Yup, definitely the best view on the island,” Noah whispered, making me turn. He wasn't looking at the night sky or the ocean. He was looking at me. It was slightly cheesy, but I enjoyed the compliment. Noah moved forward, gathering me up in his arms. The masculine scent of his light cologne was exhilarating. His mouth slowly slanted to mine, sending small thrills up and down my spine. He went further, tasting me with his tongue like I was something to be savored. A low moan escaped my lips as he pulled me closer to him, his arms strong and demanding around me. His kiss was sweeter than heaven and hotter than hel

Kiki perched on the edge of the couch in her stocking feet, leaning her elbows onto her knees, her eyes wide. He picked up the gift and tore it open, revealing a ski jersey and a gift certificate to go skiing at The North Pole Lodge. "Wow! This is wonderful! Thank you! You didn't have to do this!" "Yes I did," she replied and then her eyebrows pulled together in concern. "You do ski, don't you?" "Yes, of course I do!" He slipped on the jersey and it fit perfectly.

Malakai came jogging in, bag on one shoulder, jersey half tucked, hair everywhere, looking like a guy who woke up way too late and just ran the whole way here without even stopping to look in a mirror. Everybody stopped. I watched him cross the ice toward us, out of breath, already talking before he even got close enough. "Coach, I know I'm—" "Get out." You could've heard a pin drop. Somebody's skate scraped once and then even that stopped, like the whole rink was holding its breath waiting to see what I'd do next. "What?" "You heard me, get out." My voice stayed level, mostly, even though something was crawling up my throat that I did not love the feeling of. "Off the ice."

*Aaron* I trudged through the snow, my boots crunching on the ground as a bitter reminder of the chaos that had just occurred. My heart pounded with a disturbing mix of anger and dread as I neared the lake's edge, now a deceptive sheet of glass shimmering under the relentless winter sun. It seemed cruelly beautiful, concealing the terror beneath its freezing surface. Braxton and Winter might have lost their lives there, and the image kept replaying in my mind—both of them submerged, gasping for air, while I desperately tried to reach them.

*** Then the doors at the far end of the rink swung open. Everything changed. I sensed it before I saw it. The air shifted. Different. Roland Hayes walked inside. Northcrest seemed to freeze. Not because Roland demanded attention. Because he did not need to. He stepped onto the ice without rushing. His gaze swept across the rink once before settling on me. Something stirred inside me. Not fear. Not curiosity. Something deeper. More instinctive. Recognition without knowing why. Roland skated closer. Stopped a short distance away. The rink's noise faded into the background.