Snow Storm Vermont Novels & Stories

Morning arrived pale and unforgiving over the cathedral district. Rain had finally stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the city washed clean in the kind of artificial purity that storms only pretended to provide. Stone streets gleamed beneath weak winter sunlight. Cathedral spires cut through low clouds like sharpened bones. Cattleya Vermont had slept for exactly forty-three minutes. Not enough to qualify as rest. Sufficient to continue functioning at the level her training demanded.

Asya's POV The storm slammed into the valley like a runaway freight train. By three in the afternoon, the pale, clinical sunlight had been swallowed whole by a dense, swirling wall of blinding white. The northern wind howled against the high clerestory windows of the Ice Den with a violent, rhythmic force, rattling the heavy iron support beams until the entire structure seemed to vibrate. Through the frosted glass near the zamboni entrance, I could see the snow piling up in massive, five-foot drifts, completely burying the side walkways and choking out the asphalt access roads.

“Don’t worry about it anymore. What’s important is you are here already. We still have a lot to do so today we should be able to find and reserve a venue.” “About the venue, my friend recommended a place. I’m sure you will be glad about it, the place isn’t only beautiful but they also have a good reputation.” “Let us hear what the name of the place is?” “It’s the Sky City Resort. I suppose it’s the best resort we could ever have to hold the party.” Hazel excitedly explained to them. Marielle frowned after hearing the name of the resort. She shakes her head before speaking. “We can’t. As far as I know, we need to get a reservation at least six months in advance.”

Even today, as we raced up the highway to the Christmas camp up north, and with a blizzard that brought sub-zero temperatures, my family once again left me behind at a deserted rest stop. I'd come out of the restroom to find that Ava and Jamie were scrambling to get back inside the SUV. Just as I was about to head over there, the SUV started moving, the snow crunching as the wheels rolled down the road. I immediately ran after the SUV, shouting with all my strength, "Mom! Dad! I'm not in the car yet!" But the snowstorm swallowed up my voice, and the SUV soon went around the corner, merging into the rushing traffic. Soon, it disappeared into the snowy blizzard.

EMMA I got to the Swiss estate before Adrian which was perfect for me. I grabbed my bags before the driver could help and headed straight inside where a woman in her fifties was waiting. "Ms. Ashford, welcome. I'm Helen, the estate manager," she said with a smile. "Let me show you to your room." "The master suite," I said, following her up the grand staircase because if Adrian thought he was going to waltz in here and take the best room he had another thing coming.

*Mansterville Part 2* ~Waverly~ I had finally settled down after the most exciting day I'd had since mine & Shay's last trip to the new mall a couple towns away. What with the sudden arrival of our unusual new neighbors, not to mention the high school stoner's claims of a hairy feral beast running rampant about town. All in all it had indeed been quite a riveting day.

I always wore it. Trying to convince myself she cared about me. That day I took off the scarf and let her fix it. I was about to crawl into bed to warm up when Enzo called. His voice was low. “Come out. I’m waiting at your building entrance.” It had started snowing. My mother saw that Enzo was calling me and said nothing. She handed me an umbrella and told me to go. At least she had some pride left—she didn’t teach me how to please a man.

I squeeze my legs shut, hoping it would ease myself from wanting to fuck him so badly. I constraint on the trees how all the leaves have fallen off, crazy, how time never stops. It just keeps going, if you like it or not. It soon will be snowing and too cold to be outside well for most people. Expect werewolves. I guess being a werewolf has some good qualities. We have amazing body heat that keeps us warm through the hellish cold weather.

The Swiss Alps. The Matterhorn Region. Altitude: 3,000 Meters. Blizzard Conditions. The wind howled like a dying wolf. Visibility was zero. A black tactical helicopter (stolen from a PMC depot in Zurich) struggled against the storm. Jack was piloting, fighting the controls. "The altimeter is freezing up!" Jack yelled over the headset. "I can't see the landing zone! We're flying blind!"

The snowstorm came in the dead of the night—howling through the trees, and smothering the land beneath a sheet of white fury. By morning, drifts piled high against windows, and the world beyond was a blur of white and wind. I sat near the hearth in Darrell's office, cloaked in a shawl and half–listening as the steward explained the rations, the headmaid explained the servants rotations, and the butler solemnly updates on the damaged Eastern roof.