Snowflake Stories Novels & Stories

After the events of yesterday, I needed a break from everything, and this place just has that weird ability to make me calm down. After Scarlet fell asleep last night, only Crimson and I were left. He told me he had something to ask me, and somehow, he found out about my illness. I tried to play it cool by asking him what he's talking about, but he quickly dropped the topic. The question came out of nowhere, and I have no idea how he managed to find out. I've never told anyone about it, and there's no chance of him overhearing it from anybody else. While I was thinking to myself, Alabaster placed a drink in front of me. It didn't look like coffee, and it definitely didn't smell like it eithe

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

"Brianna, leave the founder's fiancee alone. That's not something we should be getting involved in. Even if you don't get into the institute, there are jobs out there. The requirements at private biotech companies aren't that high. "But if you cross Wesley Langston, I won't be able to protect you." That was what he said. But Dexter still left a comment on Wesley's engagement announcement. "I heard that your fiancee is someone you met abroad. I was wondering if she happens to know a violinist named Ivy Vance?" He'd been without me for four full years. He was desperate for any scrap of information.

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

“How can you eat so much and still stay that thin? It’s so unfair. Ine I put on weight just from smelling delicious food.” Natasha, Nicole and Boyd broke out in laughter. “Every beautiful woman has some deadly flaw hidden somewhere…I think we just uncovered this lady’s flaw today my dear colleagues.” The twenty-six year old Boyd teased his new supervisor. Natasha finished cleaning her hands and mouth and laid the napkin back on the table before giving each of the three a questioning look. “If you think you’ve just discovered my flaw, wait till you see me naked.” She said in a deliberately stern low key that caused the two other girls to laugh and Boyd to ask;