Snow Title Novels & Stories

Lily There’s nothing quite like the quiet after a snowfall. Up here, the world feels suspended in time pine trees draped in white, rooftops sugar-dusted, and the slopes stretching out like a canvas waiting for the first brushstroke. The air is so crisp it stings the tip of my nose, and the snow beneath my skis is perfect fluffy but firm. The kind of snow instructors like me dream of.

"Let's go." My assistant came back with the flash drive. "The tech team says the financial records are solid. Enough to put Richard behind bars." I traced the ice-crack pattern on a painting's frame. "Hold off. Olive loves being the center of attention. I want her to watch everything she cherishes crumble." ... Half a month later, the Winters Group's stock crashed. Through my mother's offshore company, I anonymously leaked evidence of Richard's embezzlement. Soon, old scandals resurfaced, banks withdrew loans, partners abandoned ship, and reporters besieged the mansion.

Fredrick looked so angry and furious. A very large man that has similar features to Dawson stepped forward and looked around. His eyes fell on me and he fixated his gaze. “Hello, Alpha Melissa. I'm Doyle, popularly known as Snow. I'm at your service.” He said with a slight bow. There's no way that the Alpha of the northern mountains is here. He is the only one known as Snow. “Thank you for joining the fight. We fight together for the survival of our kind.” I raised Dreca and the wind around me blew around me wildly.

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.

It makes no sense that he’d have stolen that money. But maybe it’s like Mr. Ricci says. People change. “Nothing. He’s a pot stirrer.” Cielo shakes it off, then nudges me toward the entrance. It’s cold, and a light snow has started to fall. Our first snowfall of the year is here and although it’ll only be a few inches, it’s the official start to winter in Sinistral, which means long, cold but beautiful months along New England’s coast. “No, tell me, what did he mean?”

I won't tell her my name, I won't tell her my name—’ "It's Kaldar." 'Hell!' "Nice to meet you Kaldar." She stretched out a hand and I took it. She was about Tia's height, who was about Dawn's height. They were all about the same height. 'I won't ask her for her name, now I'm actually gonna brush past her and go to where Jhan is—’ "What's your name?" I asked. She smiled lightly, two deep dimples forming at her cheeks. "I'm Nicha. But my wolf name is Snow."

Merigold Someone is yelling at me. " Squeeze my hand, Snow." Snow? No one at the club knows my nickname. " Come on Snow. I know you can do it. Squeeze my hand." I know that voice. But I can't think right now. He wants me to squeeze his hand. I focus on that. I tightened my grip. I can feel my hand move. I moved my hand finally. Yes!

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

A critical business partner of the Snow Moon Pack. Time to shake things up. ********

“Are you my brother? We’re family from now on.” Owen stiffened, staring at my outstretched hand as if thoroughly debating whether he should take it. “This little guy is incredibly cute,” I added, glancing down. “What’s its name?” He looked visibly stunned, requiring a long, heavy pause before he finally managed to respond. “Snow.” He lightly tapped the snow-white head of the little serpent. Then, he reached out and took my hand. As our palms met, Snow actively slithered across our joined hands and wrapped itself comfortably back around my forearm.