Novel & Cerita Snowfall Poetry

Chapter 41: Narrow Escape Kathleen’s P.O.V As I walked along the empty street, the sky opened up and the snow began to fall. A sudden flurry of white flakes drifting down from the sky. The streetlamps cast a soft glow on the snow, making it sparkle in the darkness, and distracting me temporarily from the fear in my mind. The air was crisp and clean, and the snow muffled the world around me.

The snowflakes slowly danced like ballerinas making pirouettes in the night sky shining like countless little diamonds. I watched their journey to the ground, mesmerized by the tranquillity they brought to the depths of my soul. Spring was my favourite season, but only the winter's snow gave me some sense of peace and calmness. If only it weren’t that cold, it would hold number one favourite instead. But, right now, the biting frost didn’t bother me in the same way as it did before. I couldn’t feel my hand or the toes of my legs, and my nose surely was as red as an apple. However, I couldn’t stop watching the street light, which illuminated the snowflakes. It was hard to part with the feelin

He thought he was marvelous enough to throw Heather into such a state, and he had to hold her in check since he mustn’t be too soft on her. “It’ll be snowing tomorrow.” Heather changed the subject awkwardly by abruptly mentioning the next day’s weather. “Don’t you like snow the most?” Matthias raised an eyebrow at her words. She likes it anyhow, he thought to himself. “I like a heavy fall of snow, not a light one.” Heather hated sleets the most. There were several kinds of snow—thick and heavy snow was the most nice-looking one. How pleasant it was to see the earth being covered in white snow! Heather had a thing for heavy snow, and she was particularly fond of poems about it since these poe

Where Kael’s scent still hums. When sleep finally comes, it’s not soft. It takes me like a hand on the back of the neck. Hard. Too fast. Too hot. I’m standing in snow, but it doesn’t bite. It doesn’t melt under me either. It just exists—white and endless and still, like memory suspended in air. The trees around me are towering and skeletal, their branches clawing at a sky that stretches black and starless above. The world is silent. Watching. Waiting.

Snow, perhaps, was the most romantic thing in the world. This long-overdue first snowfall drew everyone in Seavora out of their homes. Even the streets were bustling with more pedestrians than usual. Lena gazed out the car window at the swirling snowflakes, unable to tear her eyes away for even a second. It was breathtaking. Beyond the beauty of the snow itself, the sight of it falling evoked a sense of serenity, as if time had slowed, as if all the world’s troubles were swept away by the cascading snowflakes, leaving only purity and beauty behind.

I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose. You are breathtaking mate. Aaron told Snow. And you are very handsome Aaron. Snow giggled. She was acting like a teenager just how I do in front of Alex. He growled in satisfaction. He moved forward to kiss her again but Snow moved out of the way, making him growl at her action once again. If you want me, then you better catch me Alpha. She said before running off. Oh, you don't know how much I love challenges, mate. Especially when you are the reward, with that Aaron set off too.

Every flake of snow that fell emphasised Olivia's persistence in pursuing something inexpressible. Olivia arrived at a hill, where she could see a beautiful view of the hill opposite. In the distance, the small lights from the houses seemed to dance with the snowfall. Olivia smiled, feeling peace in her heart as she enjoyed the beauty of the scenery. "Wow, it's beautiful," Olivia murmured. "Soon it will be the new year; there will be lots of fireworks and crowds in every house," she murmured. Not long, Olivia stood there looking at the beauty of the night; somehow she liked that place, a place that was so familiar to her.

Flowers decorated the passageway, each pot with a considerable amount of space between. The building's interior was chic and exotic just the way she liked it. She loved the soft colors that blended to give it a cool feel. She shivered. The word ‘cool' reminded her of the weather forecast that morning. Snow. It was going to snow very soon and her stomach rolled at the thought. Scarlett didn’t hate the snow. In fact, she loved it. She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions.

The wind howled across the barren White Mountain, its icy fingers biting at Anna’s skin. She pushed forward against the fierce gusts, the sky above an empty expanse of grey and white, as the snow drifted in relentless flurries. Her breath came in sharp bursts, but the cold didn’t faze her—it was the memory that cut deep. Each time the thought crossed her mind, a sudden, sharp pain pierced her chest. The man, the one who had hurt her, lingered in her memory like an echo. Who was he again? Why did she keep forgetting? Each time she reached for the answer, it slipped through her fingers like snow.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.