Novel & Cerita Coriolanus Snow X Reader

Kaelira’s POV Nobody spoke for several seconds after I read the message aloud. The training grounds suddenly felt quieter than before despite the sound of weapons still clashing in the distance. Even the younger warriors nearby had stopped pretending not to listen. Cassian took the scroll from my hand again, reading the final line more carefully beneath the torchlight. “‘Ironfang’s rising wolf,’” he muttered. “Subtle.” Serenya folded her arms immediately. “I already hate whoever wrote this.”

She smirked painfully . Soon she felt a knock in her door . She heard the noise of her bedroom 's door pounding . She lazily get her butt off the couch and opened the door . Ariel looked at winter . A warm smile tugged on her lips as a friendly gesture . She can see through things . She has seen winter acting like a stranger and frequently paying no attention to their conversations. She has seen those pain and craving which she was suffering from years long but she also knew that those pain and hopeless love let you no where . It's just endless suffering .

Why does this jerk love to tease her? "You’re teasing me again, you fucker." Knoxx just laughed. She just ignored him and got her cellphone instead, sending a text to Snow. After what happened at the Crown Regency, Snow asked her to go to her place. While she talked, Snow’s eyes were burning with anger towards Aidan. They talked a lot more, and Snow tried to comfort her. She's so lucky to have Snow in her life. Their friendship began in college, and since then they have been inseparable.

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.

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.

There was something about that smile that felt off, but Zoe didn’t press him. The snow was starting to fall harder, and the two picked up their pace without a word. That night, after washing up, Zoe sat by the stove reading. Two female teachers nearby were chatting, and though she had her headphones on, her ears perked up when she heard George’s name. She instinctively removed her earbuds. “Mr. Cole? He’s so good-looking and kind. What a shame.” “What do you mean?” “I heard it from the principal. He has leukemia. He needs a bone marrow transplant or he won’t make it.”

•Sloane Rivers• “I don’t know. There’s a storm so our flights have been shifted,” Gina said and I frowned. Gina was well… the only friend I had and we both worked in the same firm. Apparently, she was supposed to be on ground today. “Wait. What?” I muttered and I could hear her sigh from the other end. “We can’t be in Switz today, Sloane. And there’s a high possibility of the retreat not starting tomorrow if the storm continues,” she said and I blinked.

"What would you like to have for dinner?" "A spicy toast and two cups of pitch black coffee." I said, while going up the stairs. I didn't want something heavy...I needed to be awake all night. The person who worked as my Intel on Widow's Bite was Cole...one of the Widow's Bite men who had destroyed Serena's studio. After I had spared his life, he promised to be loyal to me for the rest of his life. I had thought he was bluffing until he told me one time what Widow's Bite was planning on an attack on one of my club's territories...of course, their plan failed woefully 'cause I informed my men before that day and we got ourselves very prepared.

Snow dusted his dark hair, but he seemed entirely unbothered by the cold—as if it were nothing more than a mild inconvenience. "Off-limits?" he said, tilting his head. "The Alpha's daughter of the Obsidian Pack. High-born. Gave everything up for love, only to be destroyed in the end." His eyes shifted back to me. Studying. Weighing. "And you. The Luna heir who was raised to be perfect. Rejected by someone who never cared about you, and now on your knees in the snow, just waiting to die here." He paused, letting the words settle like the snow around us. "Tell me, what's the difference?"

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa