The Snowman Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but return his smile with one of mine; maybe not one as bright and beautiful looking as his, but either ways, a smile. "Hello! I'm Snow and I think you're very beautiful," I replied, automatically throwing in a compliment without even realising it. After getting nothing in reply, I glanced back up in Dylan's face to find him blushing a beautiful pink, a colour I've found annoying whenever it appears on my face, unlike Dylan's face, that colour red was made for his beautiful, feminine face.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

I kept my hands on my waist and said, “I'm an adult. Do you think I can't?” His eyes widened asking, “Shall we build a snowman?” “Yeah, come on.” We walked to where the snow was stacked to one side and started making a ball for a snowman. When I'm done, Brian gave a weird look at the snowman. “What was that face? Didn't you say you wanted a snowman?” He walked to the snowman and stood beside it asking, “The snowman looks so tiny.” I took the snowman from the ground and kept it in my hand asking, “But you can carry it wherever you go. Wasn't it amazing?”

"If you are sensitive to the cold, do not stand out here in the snow. Get in the snowcrawler." A man sat inside a snowcrawler, dressed in a bluish-gray robe. His features bore a striking resemblance to Isolde's, as though they had been shaped from the same mold.

65 In the midst of the soft whispers of falling snowflakes, I cautiously made my way beyond the grand doors of the snowy castle manor. The air was sharp and cold, and the floors beneath my boots were uniformly blanketed with snow. The entire world around me had transformed into a winter wonderland—so, this is the North. The castle's majestic turrets stood tall, resembling silent sentinels against the canvas of the pristine, snow-covered landscape.

His daughter ran up to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the snowman. “Look what me and Mom made” she smiled, “It’s called a snowman” “It looks really good” he smiled, seeing the excitement in the girl’s eyes. “Can we build another one?” “I’ll help” he smiled, looking at his mate. She furrowed her brows but he just took her hand, hoping that the gesture was enough to symbolise that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. The woman gaped at the hands before looking up into the man’s eyes. “Really?” she whispered. He responded with a kiss

Her mounds arched toward him in ecstasy. Lick, lick... slurp... slurp... His strong hands hoisted her candle-like legs high as he slid his fingers inside, stabbing them in and out rapidly. The delicate girl wailed incoherently, writhing under him. He leaned down to lap up the overflowing nectar, his mouth covering her petals completely as his tongue darted and stabbed. Slurp... slurp... slurp! "Ugh... cough... cough..." Snow White coughed weakly, her consciousness returning in a daze. She opened her eyes to see a strange man greedily licking her flower. He was a striking man—broad-shouldered, muscular, and his weapon was hard and pulsing with life.

I sincerely hope that what lies ahead of us as we take this momentous step is a brighter, happier future for every one of you. I hope you have all read and studied the information my Uncle kindly sent for us to acclimatise ourselves to our new homes, there is plenty of work and schools for all. This is our new tomorrow, we look forward not back. May the Moon Goddess Bless the Snow Wolf Pack as she starts her new adventure. Now, come on I want to hear from each and every one of you. WE ARE THE SNOW WOLF PACK, ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE, NOW AND FOREVER!’

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.