The Snowman Novels & Stories

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

Far away in Backwater Ridge, Zoe had no idea that Dylan had fallen into the same depression as in his past life. She made her wish beneath the rows of colorful flags the locals had strung up for good luck—hoping the Xander family would stay safe and healthy. When she opened her eyes, snow had begun to fall. Surrounded by fluttering flags and drifting flakes, Zoe felt a sense of peace she’d never known before. “I come here to make wishes too,” said a gentle voice behind her.

Sunlight pierced the clouds, shining on the snowman Emma had built last night. It wore Gordon's old scarf, its button eyes gleaming with a joyful sparkle. The End

Parameters had to be set, and a time limit introduced, simply put when human technology advanced to a certain point, when it could be used to destroy those vast resources, a meeting of the Intergalactic Council would be called. Those pesky humans could not be trusted not to destroy their pretty little planet by constantly fighting with each other and that would not be allowed under any circumstance. Alexis was the Snow Wolf Pack Alpha and he was utterly gorgeous, all six feet five inches of him, not an ounce was wasted, with his long ash blonde hair and ice blue eyes, toned muscled body, slender hips, powerful long legs and a devastating smile that made him every female's fantasy male. Needl

I say, pointing at it. James turns to look at the shelves. “You mean the snowman?” “Exactly.” “At Christmas, my brother’s going to ask why there’s a statue of you in the yard.” I huff. Connor has never stopped calling me Snowman over the years. “Well, I can always convince Aisha and Jeremy that whacking your brother like a piñata is a Christmas tradition.” “You scare me sometimes.” I roll my eyes. “You’re so dramatic.” I step closer and plant a quick kiss on his lips. “Come on, we have more decorations to choose.”

He looked at me and smiled, "Anything you like, Sir." "Make me a snowman," I stared at him and said. "The largest one."

Is it just me, or did the shop appear to be a little cooler than usual? With that glare, I feel like I'm going to freeze to death! Oh, no. If I could only match that glare… "Clearly, my name is Snow. It’s already written on my nametag. Why’d you ask?" I retorted. He smirked. "The name isn't right for you; it should be something like Stupid." My eyes widened at that comment. 'You-'

On the terrace of the neighbour’s house, about twenty meters away, stood a snowman. It wasn’t just any snowman. It was half a person’s height, with a crooked red woollen hat perched on its round head, a red scarf wrapped around its neck, and a row of heart-shaped buttons down its front. In its arms, it held a bunch of fresh angel tears, the delicate pink bell flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

There would be no delivery. I stood up and laughed coldly. “Then stop wasting electricity,” I said. “Save the money and buy some cold medicine instead. You would not want your precious assistant catching a chill in a sixty-degree air-conditioned room. “I quit.” Jessica froze. “You are resigning over something this small? Just because of the air conditioning?”