Novel & Cerita Winter's Mourn

Carla was strict but in a limit. Gabe just reached to the funeral, he was wearing a simple black shirt with black pants and a coat. "Winter..." his voice echoed around the graveyard. The moment she turned towards him, she burst into tears. Gabe strode towards her and hugged her. He caressed her hair and whispered, "Hey, it's okay..." "She left me, Gabe," Winter wailed. "It's okay...you're okay..." he spoke in hushed tones. The funeral was almost over, the guests slowly began to go to their homes.

Both taken by darkness, and I remained here, numb and lost, struggling to understand what it all meant. I turned back to Winter, who was still kneeling, her fingers trembling against the wet floor. Her anger seemed to fade away, replaced by a somber resolve. I took a cautious step toward her, bracing myself for what was to come after what we had just seen—friends lost, brothers torn apart, and shadows lurking, waiting for the next moment of despair to latch onto.

It is a trading company. Today I have the Winter. co and several affiliated companies all over the country. Several properties and factories, hotels, and stores. And the best part is no one can find out it’s me who owns them. The companies are owned by Kian and Alex Winter, but because they are minors I am their Guardian, but there is no trace of me when anyone looking into the company. I am simply an employee from the outside. My most trusted employees and my lawyers know of course how it is.

"You did." "Look, I'm not trying to say that you're a liar or that any of these is a lie, but the thing is, I don't seem to know any of these things you're talking to me about. I'm not whoever you're taking me to be. My name's Winter, not Vinci and I'm a girl and not a man —”

The car moved through Saturday afternoon traffic, slower than at night, the city going about its weekend business, people on sidewalks, a farmers market on one corner. "She knew every word," he said quietly after a while, so as not to wake her. "She practiced for two weeks," I said. "Gerald heard it approximately forty times." "He seemed to hold up well." "Gerald is stoic." "She found us immediately," he said. "When she came out." "She always finds her people." He was quiet for a moment, something moving through his expression that was private and careful and very present. "I missed the winter one," he said. "The flowers weren't…" He stopped.

If that's all enough. Almost all the mourners who came cried when the coffin containing Evie's body began to be lowered into the grave, the clear sky turned dark and a cold wind swept over the mourners. The leaves on some of the big trees began to move in the gust of wind, they whispered in a language that could never be understood but could be felt. That the language of the pain of losing someone they know a daughter, sister, friend, and lover who has been swept away by a gust of cold wind.

The last thread of Ethan’s self‑control snapped. He lifted his leg and kicked Olivia hard across the legs. A horrifying scream tore from her throat. Her legs collapsed beneath her, limp and twisted in a way that made it clear they were broken. Her whole body trembled from the pain, yet she still glared at Ethan with venom in her eyes. “Ethan… you are going to pay for this. “You will lose Vivian, your company will collapse, and in the end you will have nothing left.” Ethan stared at her suffering without a trace of pity.

All the peace I had found here was gone the moment he appeared. I sank down into a crouch and covered my ears. “Go away!” After that hysterical shout, John went silent. A cold gust slipped through the window cracks, making me shiver. I did my best to ignore him and finally calmed myself down, I tried to ignore him. However, soon after night fell, a neighbor pounded on my door. “Dr. Summer, there’s a man outside who looks like he’s about to freeze to death. Do you know him?”

Claudine's eyes met Mary's, sharing a moment of profound sorrow. Denzel wrapped his arm around Claudine, holding her close. As Mary's words faded, the air seemed to vibrate with unspoken grief. Suddenly, Claudine's head tilted back, and a mournful howl erupted from her throat. Denzel joined, his voice blending with hers. Kris, Jacob, Ronald, and the others followed, their howls weaving together in a haunting tapestry of sorrow. Mary added her voice, a soft, melancholic wail. The forest echoed with their collective lament, a chilling, beautiful dirge that conveyed the depth of their loss.

Her figure was covered by a long black coat, and her wrinkled face wore a triumphant smile. "Please enjoy your destruction," she muttered sarcastically. The old woman was always behind every tragedy that happened. Her cynical smile grew wider, as if savoring what was to come next. She... she's Emma! --- Their long journey to Winterblood was accompanied by an increasingly heavy snowfall, the snowflakes falling like tiny wounds that cut Lucas' heart. Each cold drop was like a feeling that filled his chest-frozen and empty. The snow piled up on the road obscured the view around them, making everything seem silent, as if the world was grieving with Lucas.