The Four Seasons Story Novels & Stories

"We will come back in winter." "Spring. When the garden starts again and the flowers come back." She pauses. "A full year. All four seasons." "All four seasons," I say. She looks at me. "That is a commitment." "Yes," I say. "It is." She holds my gaze for a moment. Something warm was moving through her face. "Good," she says. She goes back to eating. I go back to my coffee. The garden below us and the arch in the afternoon light and the painting drying on its canvas with CB in the corner and the figure in the gap going through and coming back simultaneously. Both things. Always both.

MITCH "DAD, WHY DO we have snow all the time?" Addison asked. She has crouched on the floor ahead of them, running her fingers through the snow. Her mother would have chided her, but Anna wasn't here so Mitch didn't say anything about it. "Don't you like the snow?" He asked. She stood up and came towards them. "I like it," she said, holding Mitch's hand. "I'm just wondering. Our teacher at school taught us there were four seasons. But here, it seems like we are always in winter."

"I'm sorry, Mr and Mrs Wilson. I have an urgent need. I have to end this dinner first. Nice to meet you." Mrs. Abraham was so angry. She couldn't hold back her embarrassment in front of her invited guests. The young man had already run before she could pull Hunter's hand. Mrs. Abraham called one of her staff and whispered something. *** "Oh, Aland. I'm so full," Jonea said happily. "And I feel sleepy. But this bright night is too good to miss. It's rare to see stars twinkling brightly in the sky in winter." "You're right," said Aland. "Soon, it will be full moon night. We spend the rest of the time in the pack in the forest."

“And I’m definitely the best thing that has ever happened to you.” “True!” I noticed the girls motioning me over. “What’s up?” I asked. “We’re all happy,” Fiona commented. “We finally figured our shit out.” Olivia smiled. “We’re gonna go places and be together while we do it.” Uma stated. “We’re kind of living our best lives.” I giggled. I grabbed a drink. “To the Fab FOUR!” “To the Fab FOUR!” Unknown POV My plan worked. Exposing the Fab FOUR for their issues worked like a charm. Sure things fell apart for a while, but then they came together beautifully.

Lilith POV I woke alone again. By the sky color, there should be an hour before sunset. Time to get up then. Yawning loudly, I jumped out of the bed. Butterflies filled my stomach; I was so excited about today. Well, a coronation can happen once in a millennium. Still, our King decided to pass his throne after 300 years of ruling. It wasn’t rare. It is pretty hard to rule a kingdom. Finishing my morning routine, I take on the dress from yesterday and made my way to the kitchen.

I left out the real reason why I picked the name. “That really fits your work,” she chuckled, and I smiled softly. “How did you come up with the idea for The Four Seasons of Love?” I smiled at the memory, letting it pass through my mind. “I first learned the meaning of the four seasons in junior high, and it stayed with me. The idea lingered until I ended up sketching a plot during my English class.” She gasped and leaned closer. “So the story was already complete before you submitted it to Arrow?” I nodded.

All THREE of them were my mates, and as fun as the solo dates we’d been on had been, I wanted to spend time with all of them. “There was something I wanted to talk about with all of us,” Gael brought up after we were served our appetizers, only to yelp when Gabriel slapped his hand for trying to commandeer the serving spoon he was using. “Hey! I’m trying to be serious here. Real shit, Gabby.” “Sorry, but you can wait five seconds for me to finish,” he huffed, finally sliding over the dish and Gael rolled his eyes. “Anyways, what do you want to do for winter break?” He asked finally, and I paused. Right, Winter break was a thing and usually people went home to their families to celebrate the

"When did you become Winter?" Kazuha thought for a moment. "Actually, I wanted the Summer title but someone beat me to it. It was my father's and grandfather's title before it got passed on after all. The day I got that scroll painting made me very angry. I got it on my third tenure and I became the last of the Four seasons after beating Summer. Other than martial arts, I don't have as many talents that are as practical." "You are one of the strongest people I know." he says. He's not good with words but the sentiment is there.

“Much better than this horrid winter your mother insists on putting us through.” “High Lady or Lord can control the season in their court—among other things.” Alette shrugged indifferently, but her expression quickly turned somber. “When Father was alive, he demanded three months of Spring, and three of Summer. Mother made the six remaining months Winter. Lina and I wait for the day the snow melts and spring begins.” “Three of Summer and three of Spring. Does no one like Fall?” I asked with a frown. While I held a love for Winter, Fall was full of dazzling, fiery colors and gusts of crisp wind. It was Dad’s favorite season for camping. Before Dad got sick, he’d take me camping during the fal

author pov Kane tells everyone else, “Please try to be patient and let her get the story out. Hold your questions until she is done. This is going to be draining on her and some of the things you will hear will make you think she should be stronger. However, this time around it has been the hardest for Katia and she was the youngest she had ever been when it began.” The group looked on in confusion and Kane nodded for his cousin to begin. Katia started where she left off yesterday. How she and Aza and I woke in the darkness and we were happy because, once again, it was quiet and peaceful. They felt no pain and they each had their own body. How Aza could nuzzle and give her girly kisses. How