Coriolanus Snow X Reader Novels & Stories

Had he finally realized that he was really close to the place where he cut open that nameless torso? “Mr. Clark, our police dogs found this in the snow.” It was a bloodied hearing aid. I could not quite describe Zach’s expression accurately. He seemed shocked but also in disbelief. In the end, he took the expensive, custom-made hearing aid he bought for me. “That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.”

Jayla wanted to turn this into an accusation about my dishonesty, so I decided to confront it head-on. "Jayla is right; something is happening between me and Winter, the newcomer from the barrier. I am deeply ashamed to share this with you now and in this way, but the truth is that Winter Devereaux is my destined mate. I plan to do everything I can to earn her forgiveness for the betrayal I was about to commit against our sacred bond."

I lay awake, staring at the dark ceiling, listening to the quiet, steady rhythm of her breathing. Just as my eyes were beginning to grow heavy, just as I was finally starting to drift toward sleep, Kiera’s voice quietly cut through the darkness. “I’ve made my decision.” My eyes snapped open. I immediately looked over at her, but she didn’t turn to face me. She remained perfectly still, her back to me, staring into the dark. “I’ve agreed to your decisions,” she said, her voice incredibly calm, almost detached. “I’m going with the Lycan King.”

Sherlyn smiled smugly and commanded arrogantly, "Show this shameful woman out the door! Twilight is one of the most high-end bars in New Capital City, so you should be mindful not to let any country bumpkins lower your luxury standards!" The manager was looking at Corinne instead of Sherlyn, and he was respectfully waiting for further instructions from Corinne. Corinne waved her hand lazily. "You may act according to the normal course of regulations. I'll have a look inside the Snow Room." "Of course." The manager bowed and stretched out his hand in a gesture for Corinne to go in. Corinne walked toward the Snow Room without a hitch. No one stopped her as she made her way there, and she could

Of course, she loves him too. Even though we fúcked every day, her heart still belongs to him. And I will not accept that. I have already claimed her as mine. I refuse to share her love with another man. --- **Snow's POV** Sitting on a large rock, I stared out at the sea, hoping its calm waves would ease the storm inside me. But no matter how hard I tried to hold it in, the pain was too much. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks, my body trembling as I struggled to breathe.

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

The guy said, before disgustingly winking at me. I had already seen this coming, and besides it's also snowing out here, so many single dudes love to find someone that they could spend their night with. Someone who can make heat generate between them. "Hey. I'm Cornelia Jamarreon. The girl with a husband and the girl who you shouldn't mess around with." I replied while smiling warmly. The guy sneered and was about to open his mouth to utter something else, but then someone quickly cut him off. "And I'm Arthur Alanson. The husband of which the young lady has just mentioned to you." Arthur, who had just approached me, said.

Then she scooped up snow and retaliated. A full-blown snowball war erupted in the middle of a gunfight scene. Sebastian sighed. “This is exactly why Christmas is a mistake.” “You’re not having fun,” Nyra said, ducking another snowball. “I am not supposed to enjoy this,” he grumbled. “You are,” she replied simply. By mid-afternoon, the attackers had scattered—or at least retreated far enough. The snow was trampled, everyone was wet, and Noelle had somehow created a small snow fort. Sebastian, exhausted, sat inside it with Nyra crouched opposite him.

In the steam everything blurred except the sensations: heat, pressure, and boundless pleasure. Corin did not just endure it. She demanded it. Her nails raked down my back, leaving bloody lines across my tattoos, marking me as well. Her heels pushed against my body, urging me deeper and harder. “That’s it…” I rasped into her ear, gripping her wet hair and pulling her head back so I could reach her neck. I sank my teeth into her skin just above her collarbone. Corin screamed at the sharp pain that almost instantly melted into pleasure. This bite was not meant to wound. It was a seal. It meant mine, forever.

He growled softly and said, "Hmm... So, Nicole, you've never been touched?" I nodded, my shyness overwhelming, hands pressing against his chest, trying to put some distance between us. However, it was futile; with a gentle nudge of his knee, I slid helplessly closer to him. A soft whimper escaped me as our bodies aligned, and I felt a heat rising within. I felt utterly ensnared by the dress, its fabric clinging to me in all the wrong ways. Luis noticed the coy glint in my eyes and went in for the kill, his lips claiming mine with a victorious hunger.