Winter Novels & Stories

Zoey Afar has had a long-held affection for her boss. However, she was unwilling to confess this since, first and foremost, they were different in level of life. The second reason she feels "abnormal" is that even a light touch from her stimulates her desire. She has obsessive sexual behavior, sometimes known as hypersexuality condition or sexual addiction. Things become worse when the hot CEO makes her personal BDSM partner.

On night, I heard faint noises coming from outside my window, but I was too exhausted to get up and check. The next morning, I was surprised to find that the window the wind had broken had been repaired. It was even sturdier than before. One night, someone knocked on the clinic door. I thought it was a patient, but when I opened the door, no one was there. Only a large bucket of hot water sat on the ground. In winter here, water was a scarce resource. Many poor families did not even have gas for heating. They had to boil water the old-fashioned way. For days in a row, John tried to win me over like this. However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no cha

~Toby POV~ I walk through the cafeteria, holding my tray close to my chest. The lunchroom feels like a shark tank, and I’m the smallest fish in it. I usually eat in the service hallway or the basement, but the heater in the east wing broke, and the cold was making my fingers feel numb. I just needed twenty minutes of heat. Sadly, as a janitor, the cafeteria is a busy place of people who think I’m part of the furniture. I find a table in the very back corner, tucked behind a big stone pillar.

“Vivian, I have told you many times. Marriage and children are not part of my plans for the next few years. “This baby came at the wrong time. Let us not keep it for now. When the timing is better in the future, we can talk about it again, okay?” As I listened to those cold words, I felt, for the first time, that the man in front of me was a stranger. In the past, no matter how unreasonable his demands were, the second I saw him angry, I always gave in without hesitation.

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

I want to say something but she just walks through to Meredith and ignores me. After they finished shopping we went to the car but Ashley and I had no conversation so far. It was more of an awkward silence between us. Ashley gets in the car behind me. Meredith sits beside me and makes music. Ashley opens the window so I can see her from my side mirror. She leans on and the wind is blowing through her hair and the sun is shining into her dark blue eyes. She looks beautiful. As we have eye contact I realize that I was staring at her and immediately look away.

-CHRIS- It's snowing in Salzburg. Through the frosty window, people in heavy wool coats could be seen walking beneath the soft snowfall falling incessantly, covering the ground with a white blanket. Although it was a chilly winter night, the inviting Austrian restaurant exuded warmth. The atmosphere was cozy, blending old wooden beams with contemporary furniture pieces.

*** Hyacinth *** The snow was falling steadily, each flake drifting through the air with a quiet grace before settling on the ground. The cold wrapped itself around me, sharper than I’d ever felt before, biting at my skin, seeping into my bones. Every breath felt like ice in my lungs, the chill so deep it seemed to crawl beneath my clothes, making my muscles stiff and unresponsive. This wasn’t just cold; it was a sharp, unforgiving kind of cold that seemed to gnaw at everything it touched.

It was the same as I left it nothing changed Blanketed in a pristine layer of snow, it stood as a frozen relic against the relentless march of time. The cold embrace of winter had draped itself over the familiar contours of the structure, casting an ethereal calm over its weathered facade. Despite the years of neglect, our house still maintained an uncanny constancy, its unchanged appearance lending an eerie sense of permanence to the wintry scene. Silent and stoic, it held the weight of accumulated snow as a testament to the enduring spirit of an era long past.

SORA'S POV:- After eating something, I decided to go back to bed. I was still exhausted. I was shivering as the temperature dropped even more. "Why did you get out without anything warm? This is the Dark Crescent Moon pack, temperature drops here to minus ten at the beginning of winter. And since you don't have your wolf, you need warm clothes to keep yourself warm." Sebastian asked in a low tone. He was kind enough to stay with me until I had dinner and then he was walking me back to bed.