Coriolanus Snow Shirt Novels & Stories

The pack hospital Milo Pov “…on one condition.” I narrowed my eyes at him “What condition?” Cornelius reached into the inner pocket of his coat and brought out something that made my stomach twist. A thin band of silver chains that resembled a collar. “You wear this throughout.” Daphne’s sharp intake of breath told me this was bad before I even knew what it was. “A control collar?” she yelled, her voice filled with suspicion. “You can’t be serious…”

She even made two outfits, one in neon pink and the other in neon green, for him to wear, so they would not accidentally step on him at night. On the other side of the globe, Nathan was watching the surveillance footage of Alban bringing Corrado to their house. It was the middle of winter but Alban was wearing a thin T shirt as he went in and out of the house to move things. By the time he was done, sweat had soaked through his shirt and made it stick to his sturdy chest and abdomen, revealing his muscles and veins. Occasionally, he would lift the side of his shirt slightly to fan himself in front of Hilda.

He just stared coldly at Snow who came out of the dressing room. Snow wore a long light blue dress. Her skin was very white. In addition, she was not in good health recently, so her skin was almost transparent. Her whole body was as transparent as white jade. Moreover, the low cut design of the dress was very sexy. "It's so beautiful!" As soon as Alice saw Snow, she walked to her in amazement, held her hand and praised her. Then she squinted her eyes and said sarcastically, "someone is so blind to find a mistress with such a beautiful wife!"

Sunny just nods and whimpers. Andy gently pushes them in the floor, where they curl together, hug each other tightly. He piles the bags partially on top of them where they are mostly hidden. Removing his coat, he drapes it over them in the hopes that it will keep them warm. It is below freezing outside and the freezing rain and snow has made the breeze of the snow storm sharp enough to cut right through you.

He answered truthfully, "It just seems too thin for the cold season." Although the sun still shined most days, one couldn't ignore that it was late autumn. The temperatures were undeniably colder than the spring and summer months. Anyone who wore a thin shirt outdoors might freeze to death. "You must not have a good tolerance for the cold, Dr. Collins," said a sneering David. He didn't find the shirt too thin. In truth, he had grown attached to the shirt and didn't want to take it off. After all, Rebecca's photos proved it looked better on him than his usual black and white dress shirts. The floral pattern wasn't awful.

The fabric is crisp, expensive, and feels like a straitjacket against the restless energy of my wolf. ​Beside me, Coralina looks like a vision of cold, structured power. She is wearing a tailored suit the color of midnight, her hair swept back to reveal the mark on her neck. It doesn't glow in this light, but I can feel it humming, a low-frequency vibration that matches the steady, rhythmic beat of my own heart.

We were provided with thick training boots for a reason, my feet would be torn to shreds after this. Kaden gave Silas, Aurelian, and Orion a go at sniffing the shirt. “Damn, this perfume smells like shit,” Aurelian commented as he handed the shirt to Silas. “Ever considered that maybe it's not perfume,” Sienna said and Aurelian’s face contorted in disgust. Silas moved to give me the shirt but Kaden snatched it from his grip sharply. “They don't need to, they're not wolves.” He commented, pushing past us and strolling deeper into the woods.

She had seen through it all. Snow sighed. “Who said I’m alone?” And then Logan appeared behind her, wrapping his arms protectively around her waist. “What’s taking so long?” he muttered. He was dressed now in a white shirt, black trousers, though the top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his toned chest. The hunters froze, though Snow was gorgeous and sexy, she looked young—maybe nineteen. They exchanged looks of displeasure.

It doesn’t even feel like work if you get to enjoy the sun after a long day of murder and mayhem, but my mystery person chose this location, so here I am. At least I am dressed enough to keep myself somewhat warm. My hair is down to keep my ears covered, while my black long-sleeved turtleneck shields my neck from the elements. My cropped, wide-sleeved mustard yellow cashmere jacket with a wide collar that hangs over my shoulders, provides an extra layer of warmth to my torso, while my legs fend for themselves with only black high-waisted leggings and black suede pointed-toe scrunch 3-inch ankle boots to act as barriers between me and this unpleasant wind chill.

Once they were at the base, the footman of the carriage waiting for them readied the connecting stairs for their ascent. “Excuse me, Your Highness,” Malerna called out. Lianne turned to face her with confused eyes and then to the large garment the servant held. “Snow might fall tonight. This will help you fight off the cold.” She placed the silver silk pelisse over the princess’ shoulders and afterward, Lianne gave her a smile. “Thank you, Em. This will indeed help with the cold.” “You’re welcome, Your Highness. Your radiant beauty would be an envy of all the women in the ball, that is for sure. You are a princess after all. Enjoy the ball.”