The Snowman Novels & Stories

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.

Fredrick looked so angry and furious. A very large man that has similar features to Dawson stepped forward and looked around. His eyes fell on me and he fixated his gaze. “Hello, Alpha Melissa. I'm Doyle, popularly known as Snow. I'm at your service.” He said with a slight bow. There's no way that the Alpha of the northern mountains is here. He is the only one known as Snow. “Thank you for joining the fight. We fight together for the survival of our kind.” I raised Dreca and the wind around me blew around me wildly.

After brunch, Noelle and Quentin went downstairs. Outside, a young father was already busy building a snowman with his five or six-year-old daughter. He scooped snow with a shovel to shape the snowman, while his daughter used grapes for its eyes and a carrot for the nose. Then, she patted the snowman and giggled, while her father smiled warmly beside her. Noelle stared at the heartwarming scene, lost in thought. "If we had a daughter, would he be as tender and caring as that father?" she wondered.

Walking down the hall and around, I stop at Dario’s door. Knocking, I wait and don’t get a response. I knock again louder and don’t hear anything. Sighing, I push the door open and hear him. “Five little snowmen standing in a line. One, Two, Three, Four, Five. So fine. Melt in the sunshine with a sigh. We’ll see you next year. Bye Bye!” He’s singing a fucking nursery rhyme? I step towards the door. “Four little snowmen standing in a line. One, Two, Three. Four. So fine. Melt in the sunshine with a sigh. We’ll see you next year. Bye Bye!” I push the door open and freeze.

Pushing Kiara's words to the back of her mind, Harley shook her head in agreement and together, the three of them headed out the front door and into the yard, where the snow had already settled into a thick pearly white blanket over the frost glazed grass. Harley shivered at first as the cold hit her, but as she adjusted it, she joined Mason in rolling up a big ball of snow, intended to become the snowman's head. Kiara was working away on the body and within minutes she had worked up a ball of snow that was wider than the three of them combined. Mason lifted up the other ball that they'd created and placed it atop the bigger one. "Got any carrots?" Kiara asked

After all, two huge woolen scarves fixed her neck upright so her head could not move or turn. Lucasta's white-gloved hands quickly scooped up handfuls of snow and covered the snowman's belly. Unfortunately, she arbitrarily covered the snow, causing the snowman's belly to protrude like a deformity that made Samson constantly correct it. - Okay, now let's give it a pair of eyes. Please lend me two candies from your pocket. - Samson said as he held out his hand while his eyes remained on the snowman. The little girl immediately stood up and reached into her pocket to rummage through.

not of fear but of cold. "What the h..." "That's why they say. NEVER MESS WITH AN UNKNOWN!" Jennie answered Zayn cut question. "Rise the people of winter as your Queen needs you! Help her gain victory against her enemy!" As jennie finished her small speech the snow started shaking. Multiple hands stuck out of snow as they pulled their bodies up revealing themsleves to be snowmen. Not ot those cute snowmen these fuckers had sharp teeths, ankles nails and on top out that a sword.

It was by far the coldest day in heaven that year, the first snowfall they'd had in centuries. A boy no older than eight was trampling through the fresh powder. "Matt, did you see that!" he called out excitedly to the nearby guard who only gave him a soft chuckle. The boy had built a poor excuse for a snowman, but he was happy nonetheless. He had been training day in and day out since he had turned four. The boy's father pressuring him into a life of royalty and responsibility.