Winter Novels & Stories

“You okay?” Wendy stared out at the passing scenery. “Turn the AC up. It’s cold.” Austin reached to raise the temperature. “The samples for the design contest arrive tomorrow. Wanna check them out?” “Yeah.” Wendy nodded, still a bit dazed, as though she had not fully processed everything. The light turned red, and the car stopped. Austin spoke again, “Wendy, whatever you do, I’ve got your back.” Wendy turned to look at him. “You know what I was thinking when I took apart my mom’s wedding dress?”

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.

Eli stood by the window, the soft glow of the moonlight catching the sharp line of his jaw and the gentle, expectant look in his eyes as you entered the room. "I've been thinking about this all day," he murmured, his voice a low, melodic vibration that seemed to settle deep in your chest. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved across the space with a slow, deliberate grace, closing the gap until you could feel the heat radiating from him. When his hands finally found your waist, they were steady and warm, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the thrum of his heartbeat—fast, rhythmic, and echoing your own.

The very air felt heavy with a sense of foreboding, and the winds whispered secrets that sent shivers down their spines. The witch tribe's homes were scattered throughout, each looking more ominous than the last. They were made of dark, weathered wood, adorned with strange symbols and flickering candles in lieu of electric lights. The air was filled with the pungent scent of herbs and incense, a potent mix that clung to their clothes as they stepped out of the car.

It was forbidden ground, the den of the mad wolf Axel. ... This day brought the worst blizzard of the season. It was also the date carved into Axel's bones. It was his birthday and the anniversary of Seraphina's death. An old courier knelt trembling outside the tent. "Alpha... This is a package a lady left with us ten years ago. She paid ten times the normal fee and specified it be delivered to you today." Axel emerged from the tent. Ten years of weathering had streaked his temples with white, but his eyes remained as lifeless as they had been a decade ago.

I’ll finish the game first and come to the hospital later. The call disconnected. Each beep felt like something inside me breaking. When no one loves you, even dying wouldn’t matter to anyone. By the time I left the hospital, it was already evening. I called Ronan, wanting to talk about the divorce. He didn’t answer. Then suddenly my phone flooded with notifications from a group chat. I opened it. Brynn had posted a video. Ronan was at a karaoke bar named Nocturne, singing a love song to her.

I froze, cold as the stone beneath me. Who knows how long he had been sitting there, right on the line of shadow where I couldn't see him unless I was looking. He blended in perfectly. He watched me, his blue eyes aflame with an intense emotion I couldn't comprehend. His tail swayed slowly, disturbing the leaves under him. It sped up until his tail was wagging. His head fell to the side and his tongue rolled out of his mouth. He looked like a real wolf now. Fur blew back by the wind, eyes burning with freedom. If possible, he got bigger. His black fur was shaggy and dusty. I stayed frozen to the ground. He might not have hurt me the few times we had been in a situation just as this, but this

He looked so tall and intimidating at the moment, that she felt uncomfortable and scared. "So Jewel what's the password?" He asked softly in his deep voice making her to purse her lips in a thin line. "I-I d-don't know." She mumbled in a soft voice as he crouched in front of her and yet he looked big and tall. His icy gray eyes kept looking at her which made her extremely uncomfortable and the cold hush of wind from the window invaded the room swirling with her hairs and at that moment she realised that her hairs were still wet.

The house was pitch black not helping the situation as Jake turned on his torchlight on his phone. Ashley clenched onto Jake’s arm as they carefully walked through the house. As they made their way towards the stairs Jake turned to check on Ashley, who scanned the pitched dark place with fright, “Are you alright?” Jake asked as Ashley sighed shakingly, “I don’t remember the house being this dark,” she said as Jake hummed, “Maybe the power went out,” he said as Ashley stayed silent before they stopped in front of the stairs, “We’re going up the stairs now, baby, hold onto me,” Jake said as Ashley hummed while holding onto his arms as they carefully walked up the stairs.

‎By mid-week, an intense, quiet cold had settled over the high elevations of Pine Valley. The pale winter sun hung low on the horizon, casting long, silvery shadows across the frozen expanse of Rosewood Acreage. Every blade of dried pasture grass was encrusted in a thick layer of rime frost, glistening like glass under the brittle sky. The air was sharp enough to burn the back of the throat with every breath, carrying that unmistakable, dense stillness that signaled a deep midwinter freeze.