Novel & Cerita White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes

The snowflakes, landing on my skin were calming my stress, and the heat of my body was also in control because of that. Taking out my tongue a little, I took a few snowflakes in my mouth, licking the coldness that came with it. "You know, my lips are more cold and tasty than them. Want to try?" Neptune said, and I looked at him flushed. How can he say such things in broad daylight in front of so many people? Catching a few more snowflakes and putting them in my mouth, I was about to reply to him for his flirtatious remark when the door of the mansion was opened.

She walked in wearing white and baby pink. With a single glance, you could tell she was dressed to the nines from head to toe. When it came to this woman, the supermodels had no chance. Everyone turned to look at her as she walked hand in hand with that beautiful young lady in black for the last time, even though she was wearing blue instead of black. This time, the white witch's hair was adorned with pink diamonds, and the head chain covered most of her head, with some silver chains dangling on her hair that extended all the way down her back.

"You were celebrating five minutes ago." He says nothing. He can't. His teeth chatter so hard that no words can come out. “Please.” The first voice is barely a whisper. I straighten. Frost spills from my feet, crawling over the red banners, the plates of cold meat and spilled wine, the fiddle still lying in the snow where it fell. The air smells of smoke, roasted meat, and sharp winter cold. “Please, my lord.” Another drops to his knees. Then another. Soon, everyone is on the ground, sinking into the white snow I made, their faces pale, their lips blue.

And just before I can finish my sentence, I've collided with the snow once again. Luke's POV She screeches and laughs as I throw her off my shoulder into the powdery, fresh snow. Her tuque falls off and all her dark brown reddish hair scattered out on the white snow. She giggles as I smile down at her. God, she looks do damn beautiful with those bright green eyes, smile and her dark hair that glows in the snow. Then that's when I notice her normally blush, pink lips were turning a pale blue. I take her hands in mine and pull her up from the snow, cupping her head in my hands and examined her cold, pale face.

Bad trip, I'm cold! It was as if the air stopped when a woman appeared in my eyes. It is white, and her hair is silver due to her old age but its beauty cannot be denied. If I was beautiful to him even though the skin was wrinkled, what else would it have been when he was just my age? But shit, I saw a picture of them in Snow Fall. I thought it was enhanced because it was painted, but shit, it looks really real.

As soon as they stepped out into the courtyard, Leesa closed her eyes and turned her face up toward the snow. The air was cold, but the wind had slowed at least a little since her walk and the buildings blocked some of its force. Her layered outfit kept her plenty warm. The giant snowflakes tickled her cheeks and chin as they landed and melted slowly upon her skin. When she opened her eyes, she felt as if she were looking up into some kind of magical fairyland—all she could see was a never ending river of dancing white flakes pouring down at her.

The light slowly started fading, changing its color, turning transparent with light blue marking its edges, the color of ice. "What happened? I thought you wanted this," I glared, raising an eyebrow. "I can't move!" A puff of white smoke escaped his lips. "It's like... It's like I'm freezing!" He panicked even more. "That is because I am freezing you, you bastard," I laughed as I looked at his pathetic state.

Downtrodden breath, gasps, groans, screams... Goosebumps and cold streams on the back. When they finally run out of steam, melting snow is everywhere, perhaps even in shorts. Disheveled, flushed, laughing. Louis jumps on one leg, trying to shake the mud out of his ear. The whale is on his knees and gasping for air. Her cheeks are glowing, her lips are bright, as if made up. Roswo is covered with snow dust, like a cake with powdered sugar. He shakes himself off and sneezes funny.

*Winter* The car murmured as it glided over the snow-covered roads, a muted contrast to the vibrant chaos of my emotions. I stared out the window, the landscape blurring into a surreal painting of white and muted colors. The snowflakes danced like tiny fairies, swirling and twirling in an intricate ballet around the windshield. I wondered fleetingly if I was still dreaming, my mind teetering on the edge between reality and something far more magical. Each flake was a whisper from a world I felt I had only just glimpsed—the very essence of mystery wrapped in crisp cold.

My breath hung in the frosty air as I laid eyes on Crinka, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Crinka lay there, sprawled out on the ground, the snowflakes gently blanketing her like a protective shroud. Her once-vibrant red hair cascaded around her head, its fiery hue contrasting beautifully against the pristine white of the snow. Her eyes were closed, their long lashes resting peacefully on her cheeks, shielding her dreams from the world.