Winter Song Book Novels & Stories

“You know there is a special meaning of that flower. That flower only blooms during winter and it means love and someone I know said that it is a perfect gift for a partner during winter so, please accepts it. I don’t know what to say so I just hugged him and grab the flower in his hand. “Thank you so much” I cried. I can’t help but to cry because this flower is much related to us. A flower that blooms in winter. This is the idea I write in the paper. This book is entitled “The flower will bloom in winter”. Oh yeah I already did mention the book before so, yeah, I don’t know if I am going to write a tragic one but I want it to be fluff.

I found myself clapping along with the others, still too stunned by her astonishing performance. When Vale caught my eyes, I could have sworn a blush on her cheeks and she had to look away. The women together sang in verses of another winter song. "O Zimuskha-Winter Winter is cold Oh, don't freeze me winter," And the good molodca." Later that night even as I closed my eyes when I laid down in bed, the beautiful folk songs and the dancing and laughing still rang pleasantly in my ears. I hummed to the melodies in my head, luring myself into a deep peaceful sleep.

"But we're already soaking wet, anyway." "But that doesn't mean we could-- Before I could even continue what I was about to say, Winter already ran toward the man. "Winter!" At first, she was just standing while watching the man sing. They were both standing in the rain, not minding the people looking at them. I just got surprised when all of a sudden, she started dancing. What is she doing? Winter didn't listen to me and continued dancing in the rain while listening to the man singing. She didn't mind the people passing by and the rain that was getting heavier.

I agreed. The three of them let out a low laugh. I had to duck because Winter is smaller than me. "I also put on the glow of the full moon reflecting on the snow embedded in the threads," Winter added. "You'll feel lighter and stronger. Am I right?" "Yes, really... It seems that the surrounding auras have diminished." I informed. "Good! Then we can go!" Charlotte hurried on. "You won't be the typical bride who arrives late!" ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

No wonder he couldn’t keep a smart girl like her. “Well, we have people who make the money for us while we relax,” I replied, taking the remote while I switched on the TV. We were getting comfortable watching the movie when a sudden loud scream came from Winter. This got me startled, and before I could process what was going on, she had landed on my lap. She squirmed on my lap while I held her tightly. I didn’t say anything while she was on my lap, as she was clearly looking troubled. When she calmed down to look at me, we were barely inches apart.

Division bred weakness. Winter had been silent for so long that August had begun to think he would not answer at all. The Lycan’s broad shoulders had remained motionless, his dark hair catching the firelight like frost on iron. The only sound had been the wind clawing at the glass and the occasional pop of sap in the logs. Then, quietly, almost too quietly, Winter had spoken. “Spring.” August had blinked, caught off guard. “Spring?” “The first week.” Winter had still not turned. His voice had been flat, deliberate, as though he were reading from a battle plan rather than naming his own son. “After the thaw begins but before the passes open fully. Fewer travelers. Fewer eyes. Fewer chances fo

One clawed hand raised, black blade glinting, aimed for my throat. I twisted. Too slow. The blade descended. Then it stopped. Suspended in mid-air. The hybrid froze, body rigid, claws inches from my fur. I looked up. Winter. She stood twenty feet away, hair whipping in a wind that didn’t exist, hands raised, eyes glowing like twin storms, silver lightning crackling inside them. Frost spread from her feet in jagged patterns across the grass. The air around her shimmered, cold, sharp, alive. She chanted, low, ancient words I didn’t understand. Her voice echoed, layered, like a hundred women speaking at once.

"A ball? As in... dancing? With people? And shoes?" "The Winter Ball is the cornerstone of Ridge tradition," Fenris explained, looking remarkably untroubled as he sipped his tea. He reached over and gently wiped a smudge of jam from the tip of Elara’s nose. "It’s when we celebrate the first hard frost. Every member of the pack attends in their finest human attire. We eat, we drink, and we prove that we can stand upright for more than four hours without scratching our ears."

" With that, I turned and grabbed Amelia's hand before walking away. "Charlie Holland! Charlie, stop!" Mom screamed from behind. Melanie tried to catch up, but in the end, she stopped in her tracks. As she watched my determined silhouette, she finally understood that some people, once lost, could never be found again. … It had been two years since I'd come to Valdora. This winter, it finally started to snow. On New Year's Eve, Amelia came knocking on my grandparents' door in the middle of the night. "Charlie, come out! It's snowing!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.