Winter Soldier Trigger Words Novels & Stories

Her fingers hammered against the phone, the sharp tapping echoing her irritation. [Say something. Don't act like you're dead.] [If you don't want it, then return it.] Those cold, cutting words dragged me back to that bone-chilling night in the snow. I wanted to tell her that I was already dead—that I had frozen to death in the cheap down jacket she bought me. Winter in the north is brutally cold. So cold that, after failing to secure a hospital bed, I merely closed my eyes for a moment—and never opened them again.

The death wolf looked excited seeing the white wolf. Aldric! Rhett yelled through mindlink, he watched the white wolf through the flames. I’m coming! Aldric responded quickly back not knowing what was going on. It’s not you. Rhett responded watching the white wolf now square off with the death wolf, his voice sounding a little relieved. What? What's going on? Aldric sent back as he raced through the campsite. Winter is squaring off with the death wolf. I’m trying to find a way for her. Rhett sent back.

turned into him falling asleep on the couch. … In the middle of the night, Winter woke up thirsty and went to get some water. As she opened her bedroom door, she noticed the living room lights were still on. Drowsy and half-asleep, she assumed she had just forgotten to turn them off earlier. Without thinking much of it, she turned the lights off on her way to the kitchen. After drinking a glass of water, she made her way back to her room. But as she walked past the couch, something unexpected happened. Someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Whatever this is becoming. Her words echoed in my mind as I prepared for bed, making me both uneasy and strangely excited. For fifteen years, I'd focused solely on avenging my parents' deaths, carefully calculating every decision to serve that purpose. Isabella was supposed to be just the final piece of that revenge,Winston Caldwell's beloved daughter tied to the son of the people he'd destroyed.

B͟l͟a͟k͟e͟ Winter’s eyes zero in on me, narrowing in contemplation. I feel like I’m beng scouted, like an enemy army in a battle. I guess I am, in our current predicament. “I will take you down,” she`growls. My hair stands on end. I know it was a declaration of war but damn if it wasn’t sexy. Winter actually looks quite pleased with herself in spite of her bravado. She looks like she’s ready to go to war just about as much as a toddler wearing a ninja costume.

“Damn! We really need to catch that nasty murderer. How dare he or she ruin the peace that we have been enjoying for decades! Now, that vampire has fueled the insurgency!” Beta Mellow abruptly took a step back as Alpha Lachlan violently slammed the glass wine on the wall beside him. He is so angry. He remembered how the old wars had killed thousands of his fellow wolves; the cries of the children cuddled in their mother's arms whose strength was depleted with the news of husbands, brothers, fathers or any of their beloved’s death. “A-alpha...your hand is bleeding,” Mellow worriedly said. “I’m fine. Just leave. I can handle my wounds.”

he ended, feeling a bit of exhaustion for using his fire for the first time in battle. "Watch your words!" Winter was enraged, as she withdrew her sword to vanish. "Don't say anything—" "Strange, but I'm already watching my words…" Lucas smirked as he started to stand straight with hands clasped. He began laughing. "I also know that you are experiencing hallucinations from the very start." Winter gasped. Her reaction wasn't even the shocked one, but like unaware. "How can you—?" She stared at Lucas, completely blank space of the fact that she did have hallucinations, but she doesn't utter such a word to anyone at the school. "You're strange…"

On the day I was diagnosed with stage four cancer, Vivian Cross handed me a contract for a divorce reality show. I already knew that meant she'd lost another bet to her secretary, Miles Smith. They'd made ninety-nine bets over the years, and every time, Vivian let herself lose on purpose. She lost the house we decorated for our wedding. She lost the wedding itself. She even lost our son's body, handing him over so Miles could satisfy his twisted curiosity about the human body. Our baby had been seven months along when they donated his remains. He'd been so small. Vivian slid the contract across to me, tapping the papers. "Ethan, I lost another bet. It's just a reality show. Help me keep M

"Why were you wandering around the house in the dark? You should have been resting in your room. If you needed anything, you could've just pressed the button." ​Winter let out a breath. She looked down at her hands playing with the edge of the blanket. ​"I... I woke up and it was so dark. I had a nightmare about yesterday. About the soup. I was so terrified, August. I just wanted you to hold me." ​August’s chest tightened with a heavy wave of guilt. ​"I got out of bed and went to your room," Winter continued, "but when I opened the door... it was empty. You weren't there."

He asked trying to shake me off whatever trauma I was having but I knew what was wrong, I don’t know how I knew, I just did. “It’s Winter, she’s been attacked, we need to go, now!!!” I screamed T.B.C