Novel & Cerita White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes

Not brown. White. Pure as snow, shimmering faintly in the dim morning light. My breath caught. My hands trembled as I grabbed more of it, staring in disbelief. “What… what happened to me?” I whispered. The dream’s voice echoed in my head: Do not resist the change. It will make you. --- The sight of my hair wouldn’t leave me. White, shimmering like frost under sunlight. Each strand was alien and yet—achingly familiar, as though it had always been waiting, buried deep inside me.

I had fought desperately to escape, but I failed, alas. "You really are putting on a show, huh? Did you enjoy it?" He ran out of patience. He picked up a tool and swung it at my frozen body. "What the hell is this?!" Terrified, I covered my eyes. I did not want to witness what was coming next. His strikes thawed some of the ice covering my corpse. My bound hands snapped under the force. I caught a glimpse of myself on the ground through my fingers. My face was covered in frozen blood, turned black and red from the cold. My arms were broken. My chest and stomach had caved in. My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow.

Her voice sounded so far away. “Ma'am? I need to get the box.” When I finally looked up, I saw that at least 15 people surrounded me. I slowly extended my arm to hand her the box. Someone took that as a sign and handed me a bottle of water. “ Snow?. Snow? You're pale. You should have some water. Snow?” The world spun and then everything went black. When I woke up I was in a hospital room with a nurse by my bed, taking vitals.

The floor beneath my boots was completely buried under a blanket of snow. I pulled the wool headscarf as tight as it would go around my face. I tucked the ends deep into the collar of my shirt. My teeth were already chattering hard, and my breath left my lips in thick puffs of white steam. I looked down at my hands. They were already turning a pale blue from the cold. I rubbed them against the fabric of my sleeves, then moved them quickly to hold my stomach. "We can do this," I whispered into the wind, my voice completely lost in the storm. "We have to do this."

She lay as if lifeless, a strand of silver hair fallen across her pale pink lips. Her sleep was anything but graceful, yet it was real—alive, untouched by pretense. The soft, muted light from the floor lamp fell across Winter's pale, striking face. Her lashes trembled gently, her breathing steady and unhurried, her full, delicate lips… Not a single detail out of place.

There was a look of awe in each of their eyes. This little girl might not be intimidating. What was really intimidating was someone who had been accompanying her. A formidable woman. Sure enough, in the next moment, the white snowflakes in the distance, which were flying rapidly, suddenly burned incredibly. The beautiful, translucent snowflakes turned into purple flames little by little and danced in the wind. Then the whole sky also began to turn purple, which was extremely weird. An extremely gorgeous figure slowly walked out of the flames, though she was a blur at first.

Kris felt dizzy, her bodies started to freeze. “hey, you look so pale”, Adam uttered. He noticed that Kris was so pale. He touched her hands and it was freaking cold. “oh damn, you are so cold like an ice”, Adam exclaimed. Kris begun to shiver. She was shaking in cold. Adam did not know what to do. Few minutes later, the sky started to drop some crystal-clear snowflakes. “I never thought that this place has winter season”, Adam uttered in great surprise. “I couldn’t breathe”, uttered Kris.

"What made you think you could talk to me like that? No one has ever spoken to me like that before. You're the first to do that and it makes me so mad." "I said I'm sorry." She yelps when she hits a wall and I place my hands on the walls on either side of her, blocking her from walking away. I stare at her soft pink lips, wondering what she tastes like. She moves her head away from me when I lean in. I caress her face with my hand, tuck a strand of her black hair behind her ear and trace a finger down her neck, her sweet scent invading my nostrils. "Do you know why I named you Snow?" I hold her chin to make her look at me. "Pale skin, beautiful long black hair, soft pink lips and beautiful b

Low murmurs and whispers through the crowd, voice tense with unease. When I reached the clearing, my stomach twisted. The snow was stained red. Three students lay sprawled in the frost, their uniforms torn, deep claw marks slahed across their bodies. Healers knelt nezide them, hands glowing faintly as they worked to stop the bleeding. But it wasn't the wound that made my breath hitch. It was the rogue. A massive wolf lay in the snow, his dark fur filled with blood and dirt. His breathing was uneven. But his eyes, deep, glowing amber were locked into mine.

“You’re pushing it, Slade.” But he wasn’t done. “Snowy,” he said, his voice softening as if the word itself deserved reverence. The moment he uttered the nickname, an image flashed in my mind so vividly that it nearly made me stagger. Pale skin, glowing like moonlight. Hair so white it rivaled the freshest snow, cascading in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes... hauntingly beautiful, like twin stars in a twilight sky. There was something ethereal about her, something that tugged at a part of me I didn’t want to acknowledge.