Novel & Cerita Aiden Snow Audiobook

Maybe, just maybe, it would stick. I closed my eyes and let the fire’s warmth lull me toward sleep, the snow still whispering outside. If tomorrow was the same as today, that was okay. But part of me hoped it wouldn’t be. Part of me hoped something bigger was waiting and I couldn’t have known then but that “something bigger” was already standing in Aspenridge, grinning awkwardly at me as he tried not to fall on a beginner slope.

Yet, because there was still hope in my heart, even those hard days made me feel content. The day Ethan sold his first painting, he took me out and bought me a ring. It wasn’t expensive, but it was the thought that counted. On the way back, it started snowing. He held my hand tightly as snow fell all over us, covering his hair. For no reason at all, I felt happy. I thought, if we could walk through snow together, we could grow old together. Back then, I truly believed we would have a happy ending. That was why, even when everyone said he was dead, I stubbornly refused to leave that belief behind. In the end, though, nothing could survive the fickleness of the heart.

But she will solve another puzzle that her father left here. "Here, I think you like hot chocolate." Calistha looked up briefly at Aiden whose face seemed to glow from the bright light of the street lamp next to them. For some reason now she started to think that a sniper wasn't that bad. They are good, sometimes. However, sometimes he doesn't. Don't know, they seem to have two opposing sides. “How long are we going to sit here? Soon the sun will rise, don't you want to rest for a while? At the hotel?"

SNOW "I know that you don't trust me, and you don't have to, but I sincerely hope that you can let me help you. I truly just want to help. I will speak to the King, and see what I can do for you people. But before I can convince him to let you go, I will do my best to make sure that your quality of life improves!" Aimee had tears in her eyes by the time Clara was done translating for me. The men looked at each other, and the first man who seemed like the spokesperson, spoke to me.

All I could hear was running footsteps and lashes of whips. "Touch her again and I will burn this entire pack down!!"A voice roared and echoed loudly. I can never forget that voice, my wolf perked up in surprise. I raised my bloody face to have a glimpse of him and I sighed defeatedly. Aiden, all dressed in a black coat, looked like a god of war. His damped hair was stylishly parted to the right side and his curls fell to cover those gorgeous blue sea eyes as he stared daggers at them, right there with his men, lashing on the people.

“My parents are out of town for the weekend. Thought we could chill for a bit before I drop everyone off.” “And by chill, you mean…?” Eli asked suspiciously. “Movies. Snacks. Couch. Not kidnapping,” Aiden replied smoothly. He turned to me. “That cool with you, Nova?” I nodded, trying not to combust as I stared at my own house beside his. Another confined space. Alone-ish. With him. I survived once—I could do it again. Maybe. We all climbed out. I pulled my hands up to shield my face like I was about to commit a federal crime.

"Snow Prince is a lot less cringier than that." "Not at all," he chuckles shaking his head. I don't say anything after that. Maybe Snow Prince is a little cringy. I don't care, it suits him. I grab Aaron's hand and look at his watch. It's past 10:40. So the hearing might have started at the court now. I can't wait to hear from Asher about what happened. I should have actually gone with him. But then Uncle and Aunt would get suspicious. Anyway, it'll be alright since Uncle is with him.

Nova “Looks like you’re stuck with me, Nova.” Aiden’s voice slipped through the noise of the hall like ice water down my spine. Everyone else faded into background blur: the chatter, the squeals, the loud groans of students complaining about roommates, my ears rang. My stomach cramped. My palms felt sweaty enough to water a plant. He stood there smirking, arms casually crossed, like his existence alone didn’t just squeeze the air out of my lungs. I’d learned his name the hard way this morning.

His broad shoulders were straight by his neck, eyes the color of burnt honey, and a faint scar at the edge of his jaw that gave him a rugged edge. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt," he said, his voice gentle. Selene shook her head. “It’s fine. I just needed to… cool off.” “Same here,” he smiled. “Sometimes the quiet helps. I’m Aiden, by the way.” He reached out a hand. She didn’t respond right away. Not until after a couple seconds passed did she nod her head and reached out to shake him. “Selene.” “I know,” he said softly, but not in a creepy way. “Everyone does. It’s a small pack.”

"He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart." She slowly closed her eyes, and blood stained my shirt collar. "Nathalie... if only I weren't such a fool." Her eyes shut, and her hands slipped from my neck. Then, there was only silence. All that was left in the howling snowstorm was the sound of my crying. … After the snowstorm passed, I made my way down the mountain alone, rushing straight to Riverton City. I got there just as Chester's engagement party was starting. Right when Chester was about to slip the ring on Rose's finger, I burst into the room. "Chester, Janet has passed away, and she sent me to give you a wedding present!"