Winter Books の小説・ストーリー

There was only snow stretching endlessly across the mountains, towering trees dusted white, and the steady rhythm of movement as the wolves carried them deeper into winter. Snow gathered lightly against her cloak while mountain wind moved through the trees sharp enough that everyone else had bundled themselves against it, but none of it really seemed to touch her. If anything, the cold felt familiar in a way she couldn’t explain, like her body understood it instinctively even if her mind didn’t. Sitting against the warmth of Silas’s fur, she found herself relaxing little by little as the mountains stretched endlessly around them. Something about this felt familiar. It was not the place itsel

They stood there, stunned, staring at the heavy snowfall blanketing everything in white. Rhett quickly came up with an excuse about the roads being too slippery and persuaded Ruby to come back inside. The group began scrambling to find anything to keep warm. They searched the entire villa, upstairs and downstairs, but could not even find a single thick blanket. After a long while, they ended up huddled together on the couch in the living room, still dressed in short sleeves and shorts. They told Jasmine to call me for help. I comforted her for a bit, then deliberately sounded troubled.

He might go back once he gets the guy he's holding to the castle. ————————— Xavier and Lyca are back... The second one is more calm because she has let go of all the bad feelings. All she has left is anger toward the person who caused all of her problems. "If I wait until the three months are up, I'm afraid I won't have anything to go back to. That's why I've decided... I'll go back to where I should be!" Snow was sure of what he said. "No! You can't get out of the woods!" Xavier retorted.

Kail flinched, and before long, he took her to his bed and held her quietly. They listened to each other’s heartbeats as their souls became one. They had an unbelievably peaceful time. Looking out the giant window, they watched the snowfall. It was a beautiful scene as the snow danced in the wind like diamonds. It was so peaceful and lovely that it felt surreal. In the room was the burning fire in the fireplace and the shelves were filled with books. Solveig’s song was playing romantically. Silje asked, “You have a lot of mystery books. Did you read Karin Fossum’s newest novel?”

3, 2, 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR! The cheers were deafening as everybody in that party began to dance the night away as they welcomed the start of a more hopeful and prosperous year for their pack. And we wish the same for you all! * * * Dear reader, if you want to know more about V and Siel’s story, feel free to search for “Her Christmas Wolf” by Myrrh D. Keizer. May we at Silvercrest see you again this coming Valentine’s Day for the Gamma and his mate’s love story.

But she was well aware that Ryan would simply not believe her. On the outside, wintry feathers of pure white floated through the ice-kissed air, a great snowfall that quickly turned into a blizzard, as if a sky-dam had burst. With the arrival of the winter storm, a pure white railroad emerges in front of them, made even more commanding by the earthen white and crystal of the surrounding woodland.

Hayes laughed softly and Mario slid down to stand, facing the woman in the bed. “Are you a friend of my daddy’s? I’m Mario” He spoke nicely to her and she couldn’t help the adorable look on his face as she looked away, her face turning a pale red. “Y-yes I am…and I’m Alexa, nice to make your acquaintance” Alexa Xen, the legendary snow queen was smiling to a child and speaking so sweetly. Hayes was taken aback by that impossible scene and she glared at him, “Spill a word to anyone and you’re dead”.

“You’re imagining things. Or maybe you’re just remembering things too sharply. It’s a full moon summer night—you know how that amplifies everything.” Marianne swallowed, eyes narrowing. “It’s more than the moon. You know it. Don’t act like you don’t.” Elena hesitated, then let her gaze drift toward the window. Outside, the sun had vanished entirely, leaving the yard and the porch in deep purples and golds, silhouettes shifting, faint voices carrying on the warm wind. She knew exactly what Marianne meant—the tension, the unspoken truths, the history hiding just below the surface.

Before I knew it, my back hit the bed and he carefully took my dress off before throwing it somewhere. _____________________________________________________________________ The last leaf of the fall disconnected from the now dark gray tree. Its orange colors knowing it soon would become dead once it reached the almost frozen floor. Winter wind blew rapidly around, tossing the dried leaves back and forth. Snowflakes drizzled and clung to everything they grabbed, the floor becoming too frozen to thaw through it anymore. In just a few days, every inch of the earth around us would be covered in many layers of snow. The cold chill that ran through everyone's spine came with some benefits though.

Ethan said. She looked between us. "The plan for zone three," she said, pulling her growth chart from somewhere I hadn't seen her carry it, "is bulbs, things that go in now and come up in autumn. Ms. Park found a list." "Of course she did," I said. "Shade tolerant," Lily said. "Because of the apple tree." "Smart," Ethan said. "It was Ms. Park's word," Lily said. "But yes." Ethan put the middle three waffles on the table, they were good. Right temperature, right colour, the particular result of forty-five minutes of early morning recalibration. I ate mine, he watched me.