White Lips Pale Face Breathing In The Snowflakes Novels & Stories

The aching body begged her to take rest. She breathed white smoke out of her nose due to cold. She could feel the frostbites forming on her fingertips as she rubbed both of her hands together in an attempt to ignite heat. Her cheeks were flushed red. Although the dense snow was making it difficult for her to breathe, at least it covered her steps and helped her hide.

I whispered to no one. But the memories didn’t stop. They twisted into something else and before I even realized it, I was drifting. Falling… Sleep took me like a wave pulling me under. And when I opened my eyes again, everything was white. At first, I thought maybe it was the lights — too bright, too sterile — but then I saw the sky. Or what looked like it. It stretched endlessly above me, with roses, snowflakes falling like tiny shards of glass. I blinked, confused. I was standing barefoot in a snowfield that seemed to go on forever. My breath came out in pale clouds as I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively, shivering.

There would be no delivery. I stood up and laughed coldly. “Then stop wasting electricity,” I said. “Save the money and buy some cold medicine instead. You would not want your precious assistant catching a chill in a sixty-degree air-conditioned room. “I quit.” Jessica froze. “You are resigning over something this small? Just because of the air conditioning?”

The winter solstice has brought a bitter cold to the bones, and the city of S is like entering a new era. Outside, it was snowing heavily, and the windows were covered with a thin layer of ice. The bustling street is now only a white color. The footprints on the snowman are also very sparse, gradually disappearing. In the small room loomed a small, slender back. Her skin was as white as snow, but her face was pale. Her cherry lips were slightly pursed, her eyes were red, and tears were running down her cheeks.

Snow. Vanessa lifted her fingers toward the top of the glass ceiling. A gust of chilly wind blew through the room and settled in the air. A sheet of soft sparkling snowflakes began to fall around them. They quickly became larger and larger until each flake was the size of a silver dollar. The snowflakes coated Vanessa’s silver hair and lashes. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to catch a few. The snowfall became heavier and began to blanket the floor around them. Turning to Nick, she saw layer after layer of snowflakes landing in his jet-black hair. The contrast was striking, though his lycan body heat quickly melted any bits of ice he came into contact with. He shook his head, shedding of

KIERAN Snow, that is what I wake up into, not at school but the pain of frostbite. It falls in an endless cycle all about me, no atom of colour, just pure, white snow. It gathers on my lashes, melts against my skin, my feet are bare, and numb, my shoulders hurt too. I look back, and there's blood trailing behind me as I drag my broken body through it. Fighting to move on wards, in my arms is precious cargo, I look down as I see him, blonde hair tangled with frost, my torn jacket acting as a scarf for him, green eyes too bright against his skin, as his lips had gone pale from the cold.

I whispered, my breath blooming in a white cloud. Silas stepped out onto the snow beside me, his massive frame looking even more imposing against the backdrop of the white peaks. He wasn't wearing a parka; his Alpha heat was so intense it was actually melting the snowflakes before they could touch his skin. He reached out, his large, warm hand catching my waist to pull me flush against his side. The moment our lines connected, the freezing mountain air didn't matter. The gold and violet energy swirled together, creating a bubble of warmth that felt like home.

I smile. “She ought to pick up her pace if she doesn’t want to die out here…” he murmured to himself as he stared at her face. She was already ghostly pale after being in the snow for almost an hour. Snow has perched on top of her head, on her cheeks, and on her lips. She was violently shaking, yet her expression is at peace. She should’ve already reached the gate by now. He took a step forward but was caught off-guard by a strong force that released glowing purple clouds of dust in the vicinity, thus landing his back on a tree.

Chapter Seventy-One Laila Pov I landed in the white snow, unable to hold up my footing, I tripped and my face kissed the snow. The ice plummeted into my face, giving off the chill that sent my body rigid and a slight brain freeze. I pushed to my back and stared at the sky which was gray and dark and had tiny pieces of snow dribble from above.

Their massive, towering frames seemed to make the high-vaulted halls feel suddenly cramped and narrow. Prince Philip laid Snow White down on a dais covered in thick, soft cushions. As her pale lips parted, he administered the miraculous antidote found only within the walls of the Venetian palace. "She will return to normal shortly," Storm announced after examining her. He was pleased to see the color returning to her skin; her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, and her lips regained their healthy, crimson glow. The fairest of them all had returned. Snow White opened her eyes and looked up at the Titans surrounding her. She offered them a sweet, weary smile. But before anyone could speak, Prince