Novel & Cerita Winter Soldier Trigger Words

“You’ve been through something, Red. And you might not know yet what’s going to hit you wrong. But we need to figure it out. Together. Before we start anything.” My throat feels dry. “What… what kind of things are triggers?” “It could be anything. Some people can’t handle being pinned down. Others panic when their mouth’s covered. Some can’t stand their wrists being held. It might be certain words, certain commands. It might be the feeling of being watched. After what happened to you… chances are you’ve got some, even if you don’t know what they are yet.” I look down, breathing unevenly.

He suddenly grabs Ruby’s coat and points violently at the window. Then at me.Then he draws the same symbol in the air as before: A circle.A crack.A falling star. Aunt Ruby pales. “No. No no no. That symbol again—” Noelle smiles. “He’s trying to warn you. Isn’t that sweet?” Mom rounds on her. “Warn us about what?!” Noelle doesn’t blink.“He’s awake.” My heart stops. “Who?” She leans in until I can feel her breath. “The Winter King is fully awake now. And when he awakens…” She sighs dreamily. “He remembers.”

" He told me and I sighed, sucking in my bottom lip. "It's not that easy." I told him exasperated. He jumped up from the bed. "Well why not? Why can't it be that easy Katerina? Tell me your power, darlin'." He said to me and I looked at him confused. "What's that got to do with anything?" I asked and he smiled a knowing smile. "Tell me your power, darlin'." He repeated and I sighed. "Winter." I said simply. "Alright, now name what happens during the winter time." He said, getting happier by the second. I was so beyond lost, it was hurting my head

“Fine. She has backbone. If she refuses to bow her head, then let her stay in there longer. I want to see how long she can act tough.” That was what he said. During the next few days, he became strangely irritable. Documents piled up in front of him, yet he could not focus on a single word. Even during executive meetings, his mind drifted. When Olivia brought the child to visit him at the office, Vivian’s face still flashed through his mind. He remembered the days they lived in that basement apartment, when she pushed the only bowl of hot soup toward him with a smile and insisted she was not hungry. Ethan rubbed his forehead and made an excuse to send Olivia and the child away. Then he calle

"And then I said I didn't have the right word yet, which I realised about four seconds later was your line." He was quiet for a moment. Then, low and surprised: "You used my line." "Apparently it got into me." He smiled. "There's something," he said quietly. He pointed — a small pale green thing, barely there, a thread of something pushing up through the dark surface of the planter. Not a worm this time, something else. Something that had been seeds in November and cold ground in January and was now, in March, doing the thing it had been doing all along without anyone watching.

So, if the door to our soundproof rooms were not fully shut, we could hear everything. Minding my own business, I tried to shut her shrill, annoying voice out until she said one thing that grabbed my attention instantly. “Of course, it was me; who else did you think could kill the girl so quickly?” she shrieked down the phone at her son. Her words swam around my brain like a fish in a bowl. The Winter Moon packs territory was where I had had to leave our daughter all those years ago, literally right outside their main town. It was the only way to guarantee they would detect an unwelcomed wolf. As far as I know, there were no other babies left there. Why would they have a reason to kill a gir

virtual beams of electric lights were clearly seen between these two people as tension grew in surroundings. Out of no where Tris started feeling chilly. she had a wolf which kept her warm but something about this chilliness is different. it's making her wolf shiver too. then her eyes fell on the window and her eyes went wide like they just got bombed. she walked up to the window gasping "Why the hell there is a snow fall in fucking hot month of July?" then it hit her. she turned towards Gigi's room she placed her palm over the circular window as she eyed Gigi with a pitiful look.

Kara “Come here, little wolf,” Winter growls with that predatory gleam in his eye. I feel my wolf surge. That’s the second time today someone has called me ‘little wolf,’ before I can think anything of it. I’m pulled into Winters’ chest as sparks dance over my skin as his lips tenderly meet mine. So much passion, obsession coming through the kiss it makes my knees go weak, my toes curl as my hands lock around his neck, pulling him closer.

He looked at me dead in the eye and directed the lyrics towards me and they stung so bad ! Guilt, remorse, anger, sadness, etc had started to replace my previous excitement and it seemed as if my song choice had back fired at me when he compared his cold heart to winter and stated that it shall remain cold towards me just like winter would obstinately stay even in the month of August ! He mentioned that his heart could even work as a “Snowpiercer” in the freaking “winter” and that it shall remain so for a long running time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

And maybe that was its own kind of communication, its own way of staying connected to something real and warm and alive when everything else felt cold and broken. Winter closed her eyes and let sleep take her, her last thought a fragmented prayer that the beast would still be breathing when she returned.