The Snowman Novels & Stories

In Snow Province in winter, it was snowing heavily. The ground seemed to be covered with a thick white carpet, revealing a world of ice and snow. A young man in a cyan robe, carrying a long sword on his back, was walking fast in the vast snow. The young man was about ten years old. He was no longer childish. On his fair face, his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. His bright eyes seemed to be able to see everything in the world, but he took nothing seriously.

she exclaimed, whirling around to beam up at Zavian. Zavian deftly unwind the cable-knit scarf from around his neck with a few deft tugs. "We can't very well leave the poor fellow out here in the cold without any protection, now can we?" his tone was laced with wry amusement as he draped the woolen accessory around the snowman's plump midsection. Emmeline watched with rapt fascination, her heart fluttering wildly behind her ribs when Zavian fussed and fretted over the snowman's attire.

Once he confirmed his answer, Sydney eagerly pulled him downstairs. "Let's build a snowman. If it gets dark, you won't let me come out again." Large flakes continued to fall across the courtyard. Julian had bundled her from head to toe, so she did not feel the cold at all. Sydney knew how to build a proper snowman. Before long, the base had taken shape. She turned to Julian, who rolled snowballs toward her. "Cut me a carrot."

I always wore it. Trying to convince myself she cared about me. That day I took off the scarf and let her fix it. I was about to crawl into bed to warm up when Enzo called. His voice was low. “Come out. I’m waiting at your building entrance.” It had started snowing. My mother saw that Enzo was calling me and said nothing. She handed me an umbrella and told me to go. At least she had some pride left—she didn’t teach me how to please a man.

"Let's just enjoy our time together; forget about them." He led me to the towering Christmas tree and suddenly knelt down. I gasped. "Luis, what are you doing?" He pulled out a small box and opened it before me. To my relief, it was not a ring. He took out a diamond necklace, stood up, and gently placed it around my neck. "Nicole, this is your Christmas present, and it's also a promise of our love. From now on, you're all mine." I felt a warm glow inside, leaning into Luis's arms, gazing at the twinkling lights.

I could see the slight smile he was trying to suppress. “Genesis is a good name, it suits you,” “Thank you, Mr. Snowman.” He’s face shutdown at the mention of the nickname I had given him, I couldn’t help but smile at his astonished face. “I beg your Pardon?” “Mr. Snowman, that’s what I call you,” I said, “You tend to stay out in the snow, and you hardly move around, like a snowman.” “I have a name you know,” “No I don’t I’ve told you mine, yet you haven’t told me yours,” he stared at me for a brief moment then spoke.

My hands got cold but I did not mind. “His head is too big,” I said laughing when our snowman looked funny and lopsided. Mateo stepped back and tilted his head. “He looks friendly though,” he replied with a big grin. “Like he has secrets but he is nice about them.” We found sticks for arms and stones for eyes and a carrot for his nose. When we finished I stood there looking at our creation and felt something warm in my chest. I had never built anything just for fun before. “I like him,” I said softly. “He is our first snowman.”

"Ugh!" Some people nearly threw up watching him. "Commander, how can you eat ashes?" "No matter how upset you are, you can't do that!" The others turned away, unable to watch anymore. Only Ella kept her eyes fixed on his face, watching for his reaction. She was curious too. Were those really the ashes of Ariel's baby? Remi tasted it. That definitely wasn't ash. "It's flour! Not ashes. It's flour!" He raised the urn excitedly and smashed it on the ground. White flour scattered everywhere. The others bent down to smell it and discovered it really was flour.

The sleeping Ember gave no response, but he continued speaking as though she could hear him. "Let me tell you a story. You used to love listening to my stories, didn't you, hmm?" Atlas lowered his gaze. His expression grew softer than ever before. "Once upon a time, there was a little rabbit in the forest. And one winter day, she built a small snowman outside her home. "The snowman had a round nose and a perpetually smiling face. "The little rabbit and the snowman quickly became the best of friends. They sang and danced together every day, and they were so happy.

Different activities were organised by Kamila and Zoė making the festive season more lively. This afternoon was for the snowman competition. Everyone who was interested in the pack were divided into groups of tens. Everyone's snowmen was so big enough, even Kai helped to form huge snowballs for the snowman bottom. Aaron, who was in another group from ours kept yelling that we were cheating because our snowman was so tall. I only ignored the childish male I have as Beta throughout the duration of the competition. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°