Winter Garden Novels & Stories

It is the wrong season,’ I replied. The moment I stepped through the entrance, I saw the rose bushes. They were full and open despite the cold. How was that possible? ‘There is something on them,’ my wolf added. ‘A fertilizer, or a potion maybe. Something was used to bring them out early.’ I looked at them for a moment longer before continuing down the path. At the far end of the garden stood the central greenhouse. The glass was fogged slightly from the warmth inside. I pushed the door open and stepped in.

Smoke drifted lazily from the chimney, curling upward into the clear sky. As they entered the wide garden that bordered their cottage, a surprising burst of color greeted them. Despite the season’s chill, the garden flourished beautifully. Carefully arranged winter flower beds stretched along winding paths, their blossoms vibrant and alive against the pale surroundings. Lila’s eyes widened with delight. “Who planted all these flowers, Villion?” she asked cheerfully. She slowly turned in place, taking in the sight of every bloom. Her fingers brushed delicately against soft petals as she passed.

Soon, old scandals resurfaced, banks withdrew loans, partners abandoned ship, and reporters besieged the mansion. Kirk updated me. "Richard blames it all on Olive, saying she colluded with outsiders to drain the company. Liam and Neal have cut ties with the Winters and are being hunted by Richard's enemies." I paused on a page—an equity certificate for a biotech company my mother owned. In my past life, Richard had obsessed over it but couldn't unlock its technological secrets. I closed the file. "Time to let him know what it feels like to lose everything." Three days later, the Winters Group declared bankruptcy.

The space between this world and the next seemed to blur, each step toward the grove heavy with the ache of farewell. The garden they had chosen for Winter appeared, a sanctuary bathed in the dappled light of the forest. Wildflowers danced gently in the breeze, vibrant offerings laid at the altar of loss where the trees stood as silent sentinels—a fitting tribute to the vibrant life she had so fearlessly embraced.

Occasionally, a few rays of sunlight peeked through before disappearing again. It was rare to see greenery during the deep winter of Elgerson, as most branches were bare. However, this wasn't the case in the Garrison Garden. There was a large glass greenhouse housing various flowers and plants that bloom year-round, creating a symphony of vibrant colors during the winter season. Fiona didn't have many hobbies, so her daily enjoyment was tending to the flowers and plants. Initially, she hadn't even felt like doing that, but Aren thought of this as a way to redirect her attention after seeing her becoming more downcast day by day.

Winter Estate is the primary residence of the Winter family. The building locates on 40 hectares of land and has 29 bedrooms, 39 bathrooms, three swimming pools, four libraries, one artificial lake, a helipad, a tea house, and a private power supply. From the entrance gate to the primary residence, it will take at least fifteen minutes to drive. Along the entrance on either side is a garden decorated with various kinds of trees so that it looks more like a small forest.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me—as if what she were saying made the idea somehow more appealing. "It's a private school." I chuckled, shaking my head at the stupidity I found in her statement. "Every dance we have is invested with over thousands of dollars. They're all the biggest." "Yes—but this one is the winter one which is always better than the spring one." Preslie retorted, her tone defensive. "Yeah—peanut butter and jelly is always better with bread." I rolled my eyes, sighing at my weak comeback. "How does the season signify which will be better?"

Expecting Roslyn shivered as the brisk wind greeted her face; she hastily went to her dresser and retrieved her crocheted shawl her mother gave to her about two years ago and wore it over her loose blouse. She went back to stand close to the glass wall. Winter has approached in no time; Roslyn stared from her room as the wind continues to blow nonstop. She saw in the news last night that the weather would be around 10 degrees Celsius, but the temperature out there was obviously cooler than 10 degrees Celsius; she gazed at the garden below her and smiled; most of the flowers bloomed beautifully, especially the perennials and black tulips. She stared mostly at the winter Aconite which has alre

The ornate winter flowers had been trimmed and winter petunia, a staple flower in most gardens in many households, dotted the little garden in front of the house. The rolling clouds in the sky hung low, grey and limp. And she could swear the temperature had dropped to subzero levels. She huffed a sigh and her breath formed a frosty breath right in front of her. she wasn’t bothered though. When you lived in Chicago, you expect minus zero temperature, just like a desert dweller expects the sand storm.

Jackson smiled up at Wren and ignored the way his heart sped up when Wren grinned back. He also ignored the way Wren’s eyes flicked down to his chest. They stepped out into a snowy, quite literal ‘Winter Wonderland,’ as the little sign proclaimed. Small twinkle lights blinked merrily at them from every tree and bush. They hung like diamonds from branches. Instrumental versions of holiday songs played softly from hidden speakers. Flurries cascaded over them and speckled Wren’s dark hair with white. A brick path was cleared of snow and led the way through the gardens.