Winter In Paradise Series Novels & Stories

With his boots up on the table and his gaze fixed on the ceiling, he looked utterly bored by our existence. Serena bit her lip, turning back to me. "Ask your question." I let a small, cold smile play on my lips. "I’ve been curious about something for years. When I was six, my guardians brought me to the Hawthorne Estate for a visit. That very night, you supposedly had a fever and screaming nightmares. A maid named Judith told everyone I was a 'cursed omen,' and I was kicked out into the snow the next morning. But I remember hearing the shower running in your room at midnight. Were you cooling off, Serena, or just making sure your skin was cold enough to fake a sickness?"

He reached into his backpack with a conspiratorial grin and pressed a freezing cold, condensation-covered can into my hands. "For you! Ice-cold sparkling water. Found it hidden in the back of the freezer downstairs." He winked. "Drink up. It will help with the heat." In a 140-degree wasteland, a cold soda was worth more than gold. "This is too generous. Thank you." "Don't mention it, Eliza." Just as I was about to pop the tab, a violent, terrifying chill shot up my spine, making the hairs on my arms stand up. I whipped my head around.

Wendy went downstairs and saw Belinda seated in a wheelchair as Vivian pushed her inside, followed by a whole group of people carrying boxes and luggage. “Well, look who finally decided to come downstairs.” Belinda lifted her eyelids with a cold smirk. “I thought you were planning to hide in your room for the rest of your life.” Vivian stood beside her, holding a cup of tea. She said gently, “Belinda has just finished rehab. The doctor said she needs to walk around more.”

The voice on the other end of the line rose, cutting through the speaker so sharply it seemed to rattle the dishes on the table. "I found Julian 440 yards above Camp One, at the bottom of a cliff. His whole body is frozen solid. And he was still clutching a torn piece of note in his hand."

During the police's chaotic sweep, I slipped through the passage to an alley behind the warehouse, where I changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans from my bag, pulling a cap low over my face. A beat-up sedan waited in the shadows. The window rolled down, revealing Wallace Pearson's weathered face. He used to be my mother's trusted driver, retiring after her death. I had contacted him right after my rebirth. "Miss, everything's ready," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. As the car left the city, I glanced back at the distant Winters Mansion, shrouded in twilight. From this moment, Eira Winters ceased to exist. Only an adversary, determined to reclaim her mother's legacy, remained.

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON three weeks later I tapped my cigarette on the table as I gazed out the window, Blood dripped down my face with my ribs burning and the lit cigarette in my hand. I was covered in fresh warm blood. It's not mine , it's for that fucking dead bastard who owed me ten fucking grand along with 20-balls of coke. It's warm outside, the sun is bright and there isn't a sight of clouds. Birds chirped, the wind blowing causing the large trees to dance with the wind.

Jade decided to stay in one of the guestrooms instead of heading back to the pack house. In our bedroom, Winter was getting ready to take a shower and my eyes never left her body. I could smell her arousal. "Well, are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to join me?" Winter purred as she lowered her white lace panties down her toned legs revealing her already slick pussy as she bent down.

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

' But my body moved toward the window, drawn by an uncontrollable pull. ​I knew Lucas Valentine was no ordinary client. He was a man who knew how to seize whatever he desired. He knew my address, he knew my nightmares, and he knew how to stoke the forbidden fire within me. I didn't hesitate for another second. Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today."

“What is?” Victoria gestured vaguely toward the Winters family. “You people.” “That narrows it down.” “The whole winter immunity thing,” she continued. “Meanwhile, Silas and I are over here pretending we’re not freezing to death while the rest of you apparently belong in snowstorms.” Silas, sitting near the cave entrance after shifting back, looked entirely unimpressed. “You complain when it’s warm too.” “That is unrelated.” Calix crossed his arms loosely. “You were complaining before we even left.”