The Coldest Winter Ever 2 Novels & Stories

I spent ten years by Luca Romano’s side, helping him rebuild after the shooting and seize control of the Romano family. At his lowest, even soft footsteps in the hallway kept him awake all night. Night after night, I held his trembling hands and helped him fight his fears. When he recovered, the first thing he did was cook for me: simple tomato meat-sauce spaghetti. I finished every bite. He said he’d make it for me for the rest of my life, whenever I wanted. But once Luca reclaimed the family, work swallowed him. Coming home needed advance scheduling, and I hardly saw him. On the rare nights he joined dinner, I’d ask for that pasta again. He’d rub his brow and say, “I’ve worked all day. I

Beside her, Alexander tapped a series of diagnostic commands into the primary terminal deck, bringing up the global atmospheric telemetry grid. Thirty days had passed since the Great Freeze hit the world. Outside the tungsten-steel walls, the planet had collapsed into a silent, white tomb. The surface temperature had plunged down to a terrifying forty-five degrees below zero Celsius. The howling wind had buried entire cities under ten feet of hard, blue ice. Electrical grids across the continent were dead, municipal water lines had burst and frozen solid, and the old civilization had vanished beneath the snow. Millions had perished in their unheated homes during the first two weeks, while th

After spending three years in a coma following a car accident, I finally woke up. Ever since then, everyone treated me with caution. They were so afraid of something happening to me again that they'd even worked out a schedule to make sure I was never left alone. Each morning, my younger sister, Jemma Cobb, helped me exercise and regain my strength. In the afternoon, my childhood best friend, Kian Mason, kept me entertained with video games. My parents cooked huge dinners to help me recover, while my girlfriend, Elsie Reid, picked me up afterward and drove me home. One night, as Elsie and I lay in bed, I wrapped my arms around her and laughed. "You guys don't have to worry about me so muc

The howling wind tore through the dense, towering canopy of the Silverwood Forest with relentless fury, hurling blinding sheets of jagged ice and blinding snow across the dark landscape. The forest had transformed into a freezing, white labyrinth—a treacherous graveyard for anyone foolish enough to brave its depths without shelter during the height of winter. Through the blinding whiteout, a solitary figure stumbled blindly forward, her boots dragging heavily through the deep, suffocating drifts of knee-deep snow.

The winter solstice arrived with a quiet, breathtaking severity. By mid-December, the high alpine ridge was locked in a deep, pristine freeze, encased in thick blankets of white snow that muffled every sound in the forest. The wind howled down from the jagged northern peaks, driving sub-zero temperatures against the thick, insulated logs of the cabin, but inside, the atmosphere was a sanctuary of amber firelight and steady, enveloping warmth.

Why didn't I ever do this? "Oh , I don't know maybe cause you were too afraid to take a chance?" Snow says sarcastically. I can't believe I'm getting attitude from a wolf. "Come on! Be nice, you know the main reason I've been cold to him is because of our past." I remind her. "Yes. I know that, but does he? " She asks seriously. "Of course not. Only Dylan knows" I tell her. Oh.My.Goddess. Dylan is in the hospital and I'm here too busy getting lost in my mates touches.. What's wrong with me?

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.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

There was a figure inside one of the cars. Based on what I knew, it had to be Ruby. While I was eating stew, they must have gotten into another fight. Ruby had probably tried once more to drive down the mountain. However, she had underestimated the horror of the cold. Her body temperature must have dropped too fast. She froze inside the car, turning into an ice statue. That left only Rhett, Kelly, Nevin, and Luis. I wondered how they would handle things the next day, when the food ran out.

Earth winter was evil. Not dramatic, majestic, High Realm winter with glittering frost and dignified storms. No. Earth winter attacked the bones. It crawled into the joints. It seeped into the spine. It gnawed at the edges of the soul like a cold, petty gremlin. I marched into the pack kitchen shivering so hard my teeth clicked. Several wolves glanced up from their cooking, eyes widening as I wrapped myself tighter in my white coat. “This realm,” I announced loudly, “is trying to freeze me alive.”