Winter Soldier Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship. Winter's father began to speak at the front, his voice a shaky echo of authority as it cut through the hushed murmurs of the gathered. I listened to his words—a carefully constructed narrative of a daughter he believed he understood. But my heart rebelled against the portrayal of Winter as a flawless daughter surrounded by the constraints of perfect obedience. Winter was anything but. She was a force of nature, a rebellious spirit who charged headlong into storms of her own making. I averted my gaze out of respect for her family, unwilling to expose their grief to the

SEVEN Winter let go of her head. When she looked up at me, I realized that she had lost so much weight. She wasn't this thin when I saw her at Dawn's birthday party. More so, it seemed she had been crying a lot. What happened to her? I was just about to say something when Winter pulled away from me and ran over to Alaric. She squatted beside him as the soldiers pressed him to the floor. "Honey, please tell me that guy is saying nonsense?"

I wish you were here with me ' Damn, he knew just what to say to get me riled up. I was contemplating how to respond to his text when Winter finally made an appearance. He was dressed in a white silk button up shirt that was transparent in all the right ways. Despite having been comatose for years, Winter still somehow managed to keep his body, though he wasn't as muscular as Damien, he was still considered hot. Especially with his hair still wet and dripping water across his porcelain skin. I diverted my gaze from him as he came to sit beside me. Why did it feel like I was being seduced?

That orange T-shirt, which I wore inside out because of the phrase ‘Pussy Lover’ with a kitten under it, was on the other side, was the only one long enough not to look like a midriff. Matt, Kent, Toby, Joshua, Jordy, Iva, and even Dad are all laughing at me. I will get her back. I will wait for the perfect moment to play my prank, and I will make her regret it. I smile at the thought of what she will do to top me later. We get to Winter Moon. We haven’t been here in a couple of years. Not much has changed, but the trees look a little taller, the kids have gotten a little older and the pack house has gotten a fresh coat of paint.

The night air vibrated with laughter and excitement. As darkness fell, stars twinkling above, I savored the peaceful atmosphere. My pack, united and content, surrounded me. Blaze wrapped his arms around me, his warmth comforting. "I’m so grateful for this life," I whispered, feeling blessed. Blaze's gentle kiss followed, his love radiating. "Forever, my love," he whispered. In this tranquil winter wonderland, our bond flourished. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows, and snowflakes continued to fall, wrapping our sanctuary in serenity. We reveled in each other's company, our hearts full. This winter, amidst gaming strategies and supernatural growth, our love shone brightest.

“I’ll see you around… Win.” With that, they both turn and walk towards the main deck, Vanessa very clearly trying to wiggle her almost non existent ass. Probably trying to get my attention. If only she knew. Winter relaxes the minute they’re out of sight, going limp against me. “Well, that went fan-fucking-tastically,” Winter mumbles. I wrap my other arm around her and pull her into my chest. “Are you ok?” I hope she isn’t too broken up. We need to enjoy ourselves. She deserves it, especially after all of this.

That’s the pack law I’ve lived by since birth. But what if there was another way? For a fleeting second, I let the fantasy breathe. I imagine a life in Austin where Isabella’s spite isn't the air I breathe. A life where I wake up every morning with Kol’s warmth against my side. He’s the only person who doesn't treat me like a high-functioning glacier or a mindless brute on skates. He actually values my perspective. Even the Wolves only care about my strategic mind insofar as it puts points on the board.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

Jax’s breathing. It was slow. Steady. "Woods?" His voice was a low rumble in the dark. It made the hair on her arms stand up. "What?" she whispered. "If you snore, I’m throwing you out the window." "I don't snore." "We’ll see." Riley turned onto her side, facing the wall. She clutched the blanket to her chin. She was exhausted, her body screaming for sleep, but her mind was a riot. She was in a room with the enemy. She was wearing a dead man's name.