Ariana Grande was busy putting on her boots and other skiing equipment. She had taken a few weeks off to go skiing and vacation after a busy year touring. She couldn't wait to hit the slopes. As she was getting dressed, her agent called. "Hey there Danny!" Ariana said in a bubbly voice, removing her glove to talk on her iPhone.
"Can you promise me that you'll take it easy?" he implored on the other line.
Ariana frowned despite the fact he couldn't see her. "I'll do whatever I want," she replied. "In fact, I'm thinking about trying one of the bigger slopes today."
She hung up and then headed out. Taking the lift up the mountain to a good mid-range slope, she strapped herself into her skis and pushed off. She felt the powder and wind as she raced down the slope, slaloming along. Ariana could feel the rush that she had craved. She slowed herself down a little in order to be able to enjoy the view from the mountain more easily.
But then she turned and followed the path and found it more heavily covered with snow. She began to sink into the drift. "Oh god!" she screamed to herself as her skis sank further and further into the snow. In a desperate attempt to correct herself, she sped up and tried to go in a different direction. Only for her skis to catch on a rock, sending her tumbling over and into a massive bank of snow. Her head smacked against a rock, and she lost consciousness.<|im_end|>
Ryan Morris at one point in his life had it all. He was the founding partner of a very successful public relations company. He also had a beautiful wife, Annabelle. But everything changed about 5 years ago. One night, Ryan and Annabelle were in a terrible car accident. A drunk driver ran a red light and crashed into the passenger side of their car. Ryan was OK, but Annabelle was killed instantly. After Ryan got out of the hospital, he sold his share of the company to his partners and moved to his and Annabelle's cabin in the mountains near Lake Tahoe.
He builds a cabin after he made his first $10,000,000 It had all the amenities, full electricity, Satellite TV and Internet. One winter's day he was coming back from town, there was a big blizzard coming, and he wanted to make sure he had plenty of food. The weather report said they could get up to three feet of snow that night. Enough to keep him inside for a month or two. He was unloading his car when he heard a female voice call out. "Oh God!" He grabbed his skis and headed in the direction of the voice. He saw someone in the snow unconscious. Furthermore, he walked up to the person and saw it was a woman. Furthermore, he gently shook her... "Miss... Miss... Are you OK?" He got no answer. He saw the snow was starting to fall. Furthermore, he didn't think he'd have time to get to the hospital before the blizzard hit. Furthermore, he didn't see any blood in the snow. Furthermore, he decided to take he back to his cabin.
Furthermore, he picked her up and carried her back to his place. Furthermore, he got her inside and her skin felt very cold. Furthermore, he figured it was at least 15 minutes before he found her. Furthermore, he knew he had to warm her up. Furthermore, he took her back to his bedroom. Then, he sat her on the bed. He took of all of her clothes, and then he went in the closet. He still had all of his late wife's clothes... he couldn't bear to get rid of them. Furthermore, he put a dry purple nightgown and panties on her. Then he tucked her into the bed he put the young woman's clothes by the fire to get dry. As the young woman slept there was something about her that looked familiar, but he didn't know why. Ryan then went into the kitchen to get her some soup.<|im_end|>