The Four Seasons Story 소설 & 이야기

**The Seeds of Tomorrow** Winter in Seabreeze slowly gave way to the early promise of spring, the snow melting into rivulets that fed the earth, coaxing new life from the ground. The air was still crisp, but there was a softness to it now—a warmth that spoke of renewal, of the world waking up after a long slumber. For Claire and Ethan, the changing season mirrored the shift in their own lives. The darkness and uncertainty that had once loomed over them had begun to fade, replaced by a growing sense of optimism and hope.

Silence hit like a dropped blade. Then Jaxon groaned. “Again.” Mara frowned at him. “Again?” “It’s a long story.” Rafe added dramaticly. “I hate that sentence.” She snapped. "Explain. With all the details." Maddox’s gaze locked on mine. He knew. I knew he knew. Still, puting this into one logical story will be hard. Rafe pointed at me. “She vanished for five days in magical cavern, fights with Hollow Mother and returns carrying an heir tied to four alphas. I’m allowed one dramatic sentence.”

Passion ignited between them once more. Neither of them was the type to dance around each other, and Quinn had already discovered the fun in the act. Another round of lovemaking ensued. It lasted until the both of them were tired of it and decided to go to sleep. After the acquisition of Xandor Group was complete, the next steps were handled incredibly fast. Xandor Group changed their name to Four Seasons Incorporated. Four Seasons Incorporated's business thus expanded one step further. Within three months, Quinn had done as she initially declared. She had taken control of both Four Seasons Incorporated and Xandor Group.

Now she is gone forever. Memory after memory hits me until I am so dizzy that I can’t even stand. My legs giveaway and I fall onto my knees. The stranger who bumped into me says nothing. He just keeps walking, not helping me up and not saying excuse me. I know the reason he doesn’t help me, so it doesn’t bother me that he didn’t. Life has made him bitter. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about anybody. But today is extra hard for him, because it’s been four years exactly since his mother passed away, and I can literally feel his heart breaking as if it were my own heart. I want to shed a tear for him, but when I look up, my mom and three sisters are all standing over me.

We sat at the very back of the bus so we can sit beside each other. “So, how’s your story so far?” Jake started, “Well I’m halfway through it.” I said kindly and looks at Xander who is looking outside the window not listening to us. “Can you tell me the story?” So, I told him how the story goes, I’m surprised he listened all throughout of it, “So will Cassiopeia die?” he asked curiously, and I looked at the window and noticed that we’re almost there. “I have to, or the purpose of the story will get ruined, and I’ll get disqualified in the contest.”

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.

Kian’s eyes were red as he stared me down. “Four years. You’re actually alive?” His eyes raked over my faded linen dress. They landed on my mud-caked boots. Disgust twisted his features. “Why the hell are you dressed like this?” he blurted out. That sentence, that look of entitled disgust, threw me right back to that freezing night four years ago. The Crescent Moon pack was about to hold its “Beta Elite Trials.” To get him a nomination, I stood outside the camp for a whole night in forty-below weather. My legs nearly froze solid.

When I returned home, the first thing I heard was that Lance had been executed. The news stirred nothing in me—not joy, not sorrow. Everything connected to him had long since dissolved into the river of time. He was just a passerby in my life. Jace was my destination. Two months after returning, I found out I was pregnant. I had planned to continue working, but Jace wouldn't hear of it. He stopped me with a firm expression. "The money I've made is enough for ten lifetimes," he said. "You don't need to push yourself anymore."

I took a break after the first flight of stairs and began to draw in breath. A group of girls passed me by and they giggled, I cussed them out in my head and as they went down one of them tripped and I held in my laughter. I made my way down and walked towards the third story building, pulling my luggage with me. I heard the cawing of a bird and looked up to find somee crows flying above me. It was already evening and the sun had gone down, with the skies turning darker. Soon I arrived at the third story which was also orange but in a brighter shade and mixed with cream colour. I walked into the building and here I found many students, did I just see someone smoking in the halls?