Winter Usernames Novels & Stories

GRAYSON A SMALL GIFT Winter was now here, strong winds replacing the cool toasty whisphers of summer, frost nipping at our nose and toes, practially any skin that's left exposed. The landscape is blanketed in white fluffy caps, but lonely. At least that's how it has been for the last few years. I've given up on attempting to get Leila inside. I've resorted to silence to end our constant bickering, since she's being stubborn as usual. Leila's dressed warmly, though I'm still working on perfecting the shoe I've got for her.

Instead, I turned my attention to the falling snow, the cold gust of wind swept right on us, eliciting an involuntary shudder on my exposed skin, but I kept down my shivering to myself. “You don’t seem bothered yourself.” The water rippled just as he submerged himself and my body bobbed up and down with the movement. I ignored him for a moment, not knowing what I would say to him. I just keep my attention, staring blankly into the snowy night sky. The Winter season has begun, and I am sure it wouldn’t be as lovely as the rest of the year. Thick layer of ice covers the whole lawn. White sheets of snow blanketing around us, and I would spend most of my time indoors.

Then, the serving woman added, “Soon, the winter winds will arrive; they’re expected by the end of the month. You should make the most of your time, as once those winds come, people won’t leave their homes.” “Is it really that bad? I thought winter had already started,” Triana said. The woman shook her head. “We’re just entering winter. The sky is still clear, and the temperature is quite mild. When the winter winds come, we’ll barely see the sun, and just a moment outside can leave you frozen.” Triana glanced at Vlador with a deep sigh. He nodded slightly in response. “You’re right. We should make the most of our time,” Vlador said, rising from his seat. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

This winter was not only cold— This winter was bloody.

Titania It's been two months since Uncle Patrick was attacked. I can finally say those words and think about that event without it scaring me, without breaking down in fright and tears. Winter arrived two days earlier, and every surface is covered with soft, snowflakes — rooftops, car roofs, the road — everywhere. Winter is my favorite season, a huge reason is that it coincides with Christmas. The air is different, wholesome, sugary, and filled with festive gaiety and promise.

Banner as soon as we left the pack and told him to get ready for our arrival. Violet called Greg and Daren and gave them an ETA of our return, everything seemed quiet they reported, but they did let us know that the weather shifted and a massive cold front was expected this afternoon, changing the forecast from rain to freezing rain and sleet. It’s a good thing we will be back well before the bad weather. I sighed, autumn was over and winter was here. In the past I always hated the wintertime, I felt it confined me to my room and denied me the freedom of the outdoors. But now I had a few things to look forward to during the winter. Samantha wanted to celebrate Christmas, her birthday was in

It was forbidden ground, the den of the mad wolf Axel. ... This day brought the worst blizzard of the season. It was also the date carved into Axel's bones. It was his birthday and the anniversary of Seraphina's death. An old courier knelt trembling outside the tent. "Alpha... This is a package a lady left with us ten years ago. She paid ten times the normal fee and specified it be delivered to you today." Axel emerged from the tent. Ten years of weathering had streaked his temples with white, but his eyes remained as lifeless as they had been a decade ago.

My hands trembled as I exited the group. I went straight to Nocturne. When I reached the entrance of the private room, I saw Ronan inside wearing nothing but his underwear. Brynn was dressed just as revealing in nothing but a bra and panties, like a makeshift bikini. She looked annoyed. "My luck sucks tonight. I keep losing. If this keeps up, I’ll be completely naked." She walked over and slapped his backside. "Good thing my obedient son is here to keep me company. Daddy doesn’t have to humiliate herself alone."

Or at least the good parts, anyway. The stolen memories sat heavy in her head while she again braved the winter weather. She had to step lively to keep the drifts from swallowing her feet as she pulled her coat more tightly around her body, the wind whipping ice and flakes inside her collar. Cold and tired by the time she arrived home, she set to work on a fresh cup of coffee to heat her belly. Taking a seat on her couch, cup in hand, she focused her eyes on a large, white curtain she’d draped over the television in her living room specifically for the occasion.

At dinner, my mom hit me with, "Tristan, why didn't you bring Chloe along? "We're not getting any younger, and you guys live so far away. Who knows how many more times we'll get to see Chloe?" I felt a lump in my throat and just kept my head down, focusing on my food to keep the tears at bay. "Mom, Chloe is off traveling with Sheila. We'll bring her by to see you guys for New Year's." No sooner had I said that than my phone started buzzing. It was Sheila. I stepped outside to take the call.