Warm Novels & Stories

Quill muttered. Hawk crossed the room, rummaging through a storage bin until he found what he was looking for. He returned holding a large construction spotlight, flipping it on, and setting it near the window. The beam lit the floor in a sharp, brilliant glow. He grabbed a white tarp from the corner and spread it beneath the light.

“ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like they’ll die from lung cancer, “ he countered “ Whatever, it’s still gross, “ I said moving on. I suddenly realized it was daytime. I didn’t know much about any other supernatural beings, but I did know that vampires did burn in the sun. It was not a preferred way of doing so I’ve heard. “ How are you outside? It’s freaking daytime you freak! “ I exclaim “ My ring. Didn’t they teach you that in werewolf school, “ he says putting out his c

In the mountains, wear autumn clothes. Daisy finished eating a cob of corn. Continue, reach into the pot, pick up the second one. Even though her mouth said "let her take a shower." Still sitting in the same place, continuing to eat and eat. Summer in the city. Many people can not stand the heat, adding ice to the bathwater. In the mountains, the sun just set, the cold immediately invaded. Water is filtered through a sand tank, washing hands is cold to the bone, not to mention bathing.

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Brawen wasn't late for school today, so she didn't use the speed of sound to run to school, just walking slowly to look at the moon. The temperature in Vampire's World is really cold, always seems to be below 10 degrees Celsius, making Brawen's body, despite taking the medicine, still occasionally shiver. That's not to mention Brawen's uniform is made of good warm fabric, the outerwear is as long as the skirt, and she even wears high socks to the bottom of her skirt. It seemed that from head to toe, Brawen only contained a pair of small hands and a head.

Just the cold water. Just that.

The wardrobe was purple while the floor was made of purple shiny tiles. The bed was a queen sized bed with touches of pink and purple, bed spread had frozen on it. There was a reading table and a dressing table, a small couch at one side of the room. Everything was just like my room at home, except my tiles weren't shiny, I had on table, no couch. When did all these get done? "Jordan you.... " Are the world best, yes I know doll.... We couldn't change the tiles in such amount of time, the TV will be delivered in a few days" he said looking around trying to think of what other thing was missing.

The black hummer jeep kicked started and zoomed out of the premises. The country breeze blew here at the country side, Bernard Williams residence was no exception. * Nicky woke up the next morning, feeling good. Her injuries had been ministered to, the pain had subsided so she lay still. The bed was laid in white linen. The bed was so comfy that she forgot she was in a stranger’s place. The sweet aroma of toast filled the room. Nicky sort for it as she was starving, her joy knew no bounds as she found a tray arrayed with toast jam and a mug of coffee.

He just chuckled at what she said. "He was genuinely really shocked" she said shaking her head. He nodded and opened a door at the end of the corridor. As soon as they walked inside, a mild wind ran through their bodies. Myra immediately loved the vibe and weather. It's just perfect, moonlight shining brightly but the lights are bright enough to not let it shine. Mild wind running through her hair. The summer vibes were now going. It's already June end and there have been rain showers. She loves rain more than summers.

Shooting the Breeze The photoshoot had been scheduled for midsummer and the weather outside was beastly, but because the ads needed to look like they had been taken in the fall or winter, Helen and Alexander’s wardrobe selections were extreme. Alexander was stuck wearing a dark gray sweater and a Matrix-style ankle-length overcoat while Helen was wearing thigh-high black suede boots. Trevor kept on talking about texture, so she was wearing a tweed skirt, an exceptionally shiny cream blouse, as well as an overcoat that wasn’t completely unlike Alexander’s. Trevor had seen the shots of Helen wearing the scarf and decided they needed one as a prop as well. It was boiling hot out. Helen couldn’t