Coriolanus Snow Shirt Novels & Stories

As the snow fell, covering the streets in a white blanket, people strolled, cuddling their partners for warmth. Noah sped in his car until a red signal halted him. Extinguishing his cigarette, he noticed a woman, shivering without warm attire. She was in formal clothing, seemingly off from work, hugging herself tightly in the snow. Noah's car stopped, he got out of the car, and seeing him, she paused in her tracks.

Caden gave her a cocky grin as she climbed out of the car. She had no idea how to dress as she ran into the house. He was wearing jeans and they would probably spend time outdoors, so jeans were a safe choice. What are you doing? In her room, she flung the door open and pulled out a pair of jeans and a white sweater set. Then she grabbed her heavy white coat, just in case. After all, it was Christmas Cove and snow and cold weather were in the forecast more than not. Jocelyn slipped on her fur-lined boots, slung her heavy coat over her arm, and then hurried down the stairs and out the front door, locking it behind her. Then she hurried to the car and Caden was waiting on the passenger side, h

Neither of them expressed any surprise to find a man's heavy wool greatcoat and a woman's fur-lined cloak waiting by the door. Shelby demurred about the fur until Noel reminded her it was either over a hundred years old or not real in the first place, which made her grin. Noel helped her put on the voluminous garment then lifted the hood up over her silky hair. She was so adorable with her heart-shaped face framed by the glossy mink. All he really wanted to do was kiss her, but that was both against company policy and bloody dangerous if they were really stranded together for the next few days. Instead, he turned and donned the greatcoat, finding a pair of heavy leather gloves in the pockets

I murmured hesitantly, although it would be difficult for me if I didn't. Corinthians took a moment to examine my entire body. They're all dressed in black suits, which I'm convinced are bulletproof due to their tough appearance. To protect their feet, they are wearing boots with 2 inch thick heels. They have long, black bottoms that are tucked into their boots and thick enough to keep them from slipping. And here I am, a poor woman on foot, dressed in a white blouse and large shorts, my foot bandaged. Embarrassing. As in, really humiliating. Even Corinthians couldn't seem to figure out what to do.

I knew that hue before I saw her. Nora Carver stood with her back to the fountain, curls haloed in morning light, fire dancing in the folds of her coat lining. Her uniform matched the rest of us; high-collared black coat, crisp white shirt, charcoal slacks tucked into boots charmed against snow, but the moment she stepped on Aurelian ground, her cloak had changed. Ember red. Scorched black trim. Gold stitching that shimmered like flame. Her sigil, once fractured and lost to time, glowed faintly behind her left shoulder. Only those who truly saw her would see it at all.

Chapter 14 Anna looked around, searching for her friend. She smiled when she spotted her in front of Uniqlo. Corinne’s attractive body caught the attention of several guys, and in just a few minutes, she was already having a conversation with three men. She wore a black top paired with a pure white coat, and the ruffled high-waisted skirt revealed her slender legs. Corinne slightly raised her small lips in surprise when she spotted Anna walking towards her, accompanied by a tall man beside her.

Julia sneezed, interrupting their scheme. Who dared speak of her? Stepping out of the car, Julia shivered involuntarily. Swift as a shadow, Jared removed his blazer and draped it over her shoulders. "Thank you," Julia murmured, her heart warmed by his chivalrous gesture. Shiloh's sudden presence drew Julia's attention, a questioning glance aimed at her borrowed attire. "Why must you always wear my brother's clothes?" Shiloh inquired, his tone laced with bemusement. Julia, undaunted, enfolded herself in the blazer, meeting Shiloh's gaze with a playful spark in her eyes. "If I must brave the cold, wouldn't your brother's attire befit the occasion? It's chilly outside, after all."

The inner lining was a deep, blood-red satin, offering a stark contrast to the cloak’s outer appearance and symbolizing the power and danger that lay beneath. A high collar framed Claud’s face, providing additional concealment and protection, while the hood was spacious enough to shroud his features in shadow, yet tailored to fit snugly around his head without slipping. The cloak extended down to his ankles, with slits on the sides to allow for unrestricted movement during combat.

Corin exhaled through his nose, avoiding my gaze completely. I stared at him, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. “ You— what is she talking about?” Katana grinned wider. “ Oh, he knows,” she said. “ He’s just too noble to admit it.” Corin muttered something under his breath and tossed another log onto the fire, sparks scattering into the air. Katana reached into the small pouch tied to her side and pulled something out. It was a necklace — strange but beautiful.

Only them. Aurelian stood at the railing with Mercy tucked against his side, his large hand resting possessively at the small of her back. He wore a simple black linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, paired with dark tailored trousers—casual, yet unmistakably the uniform of a man who owned empires. The fabric clung lightly to his broad shoulders and chest, hinting at the restrained power beneath.