Tom Clancy Red Winter Novels & Stories

For a while, my phone was nearly blown up. There were congratulations, flattery, and endless attempts to curry favor. They rushed to tell me all the "inside stories" I had never known. "Connor, you have no idea. That Ryan Wells was Manager Cross's college junior!" "Yeah, I heard they dated for a while back in school. Later Ryan latched onto a female professor and dumped Manager Cross." "Recently, that professor's husband brought people to beat him half to death. He had nowhere else to go, so he contacted Manager Cross again!"

2 mouths later Chilli POV The winter pack house is now finally looking better than ever, with its fresh paint and new fixtures. You wouldn't think only a matter of a month or so ago it was in almost ruins but now it looks exactly how it did before, just fresher, cleaner and like new. The East pack house is also all fixed up and operational once again, it's members are incredibly greatful to be able to get back to normal and go home, even the crane family library of records is coming together. Thankfully that family were so passionate and protective of our history, that a copy of every book was stashed secretly away, incase someone wanted to abolish the already writen word and rewrite our his

It was seven thirty in the evening and the ranch was buzzing with excitement, new guests were checking in and Nickolas was on edge, he had left his post behind the front desk in the capable hands of Lilith. This had been something he had been meaning to do for a very long time but hadn’t gotten around to doing, giving the workers more responsibility. With the arrival of Grace, he didn’t know how to act. It had been five years since he had been proclaimed dead from an accident on the yatch. And it had been five years he had been living in hiding, afraid that if he ever made contact with his loved ones, whoever was after him would turn their attention on them. He went out to take a stroll outs

"Around 10 PM, I think. Just after the pass. I was too tired." "And what were they doing the last time you saw them alive?" "Ken was taking photos of the stars. Damon was driving. Russ and Charlie were talking about trip plans. Mike… Mike seemed to have altitude sickness. He had his eyes closed." The officer's eyes cut sharply through me. "And they all died. Why are you the only one still alive?" My mind went blank. I didn't know. It was true—we'd all been up there at nearly 16 thousand feet, shivering in the wind. We'd all had that barley whiskey. We were all exhausted from days on the trail.

In just six more months we will be safe. It is so close now! I can’t risk being found just yet, I am planning to visit grandpa in the hospital tomorrow and then head back to my boys. Can’t believe I am going to see grandpa again after all these years, I hope I am not coming too late. I am wearing a red wig and big sunglasses. When I get off the plane I have a hat with me to hide my face from all the surveillance cameras. I travel as Bella Winter the CEO of Winter .co and because we are going to establish the company's head office here I hope no one questions it. Simply just a quick visit in and out of the country. I travel first class and booked two seats so I will be left alone. I don’t fee

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

How can I sully their hope with the fact that this job is linked to Carter and all the bad memories that he brings. I can't do that to any of them, so it's probably for the best that I don't mention Carter to any of them. After setting the table, I'm about to open the champagne bottle when the door bell rings, “that's weird, I didn't order anything, or did Janet order something?” Curiosity takes me to the door and I open it to see a delivery man holding the biggest and most precious display of purple hydrangeas, I smile to myself, “oh Janet must've ordered these, such a thoughtful gesture”.

The tension in the room dissolved instantly, as if the explosive confrontation moments ago had been nothing more than a brief interruption. Only I, floating in mid-air, felt a bone-chilling cold as I watched the moving red dot. That wasn't me climbing, but rather a wolf. Before I lost consciousness, I heard the howl of a wolf. The sound was very close, just behind the rocks. The hungry wolf must've been dragging my corpse across the snow, leaving a long trail of blood. It had clamped its jaws around my leg, pulling me back to its den as its Christmas feast. Every flicker of that red dot was another jolt to my broken body.

The underground bunker, hidden from satellites and maps alike. “This is it,” he said as he shut off the engine. “From here, we shift.” They moved with practiced ease. Thick winter coats were exchanged for lighter base layers better suited for shifting. Bags were re-packed, fastened tight so they could be carried by their wolves. Celeste stood at the edge of the vehicle, her breath visible in the icy air. The snow was coming down harder now, thick and fast, sticking to lashes and hair within seconds. The cold crept through her clothes, but the anticipation warmed her blood.