Coriolanus Snow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The door clicked shut behind her like the final nail in my coffin. Now it was just us. Alessandro turned back to me. The ice in his eyes had cracked—just barely—and beneath it I saw something raw. Pain. Anger. Hunger. “She’s mine, Fabiola,” he said, stepping closer until his body pressed against mine. Heat radiated from his bare chest, contrasting the cold fury in his voice. “You kept her from me for three years. Three birthdays. Three Christmases. Three years of her calling another man ‘daddy’ in her head because I wasn’t there.”

"Please give me a few more days, my men are coming this way, at that time, I will attack him as fast as I can." Cornelia remained silent for a few seconds, then she gritted her teeth and said, "Alright! Don't hold back, subordinate. I will deal with him cleanly and let him die a quick death!" "I understand." The killing intent in Rory's eyes became thicker. Even though Cornelia had given out this order, he could still feel that she had a kind of twisted love. He hated this man for turning the woman he liked into this. Even if she became crazy, he still loved her.

"It's smelling delicious." "Thank but you are not allowed to eat it... This is not animal food." Augustus said. "Ahhh!" Snow whined. "This is so unfair, why don't you give me immunity against it? I want to eat everything which she cooks." "No!" Augustus said while eating his pasta. "Why?" Snow frowned. "Because only I am going to taste it" He said and Snow snarled at him. Valerina laughed at their cuteness. "Val, please tell him"

Flowers decorated the passageway, each pot with a considerable amount of space between. The building's interior was chic and exotic just the way she liked it. She loved the soft colors that blended to give it a cool feel. She shivered. The word ‘cool' reminded her of the weather forecast that morning. Snow. It was going to snow very soon and her stomach rolled at the thought. Scarlett didn’t hate the snow. In fact, she loved it. She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions.

Lisa asked stiffly. Cora sharply turned her head away from the window and looked at her cousin and best friend... "What nonsense are you saying from your mouth, huh!? As you said, it's been seven fucking years! Do you think I've forgotten he dumped me for another woman!? Is it possible for me to still be in love with such an asshole!?" Cora shouted furiously before leaning back into her chair.

so badly. “Why am I thinking of this now?” Snow cursed, snapping her eyes open. The last thing she wanted right now was distraction, but she couldn’t shake the heat building inside her. “Scent.” Fleur’s voice rang sharply in her head. Snow licked her lips, her reasoning clouded. She just needed… intimacy. But when she saw the figure standing in front of her, she froze. Sylvester. He stood there, staring at her with a grin plastered across his face. He could sense it—she was in heat. The confusion in her eyes told him she didn’t understand that being in heat without a mate was torture. But right now, he didn’t care.

The freezing rain continued to mist down, but not a single battle-hardened warrior dared to take a breath. I leaned down, staring straight into his terrified, amber eyes as a cold drop of rain fell from my cheek onto his. "Tell me what you just said again, Thorne," I whispered, my voice dripping with lethal, icy triumph. "Something about a woman staying out of political matters?" Thorne grunted heavily under my crushing weight, a thick line of dark blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth as he writhed against the wet floor, desperately trying to shift his weight.