Cornelius Snow Hunger Games Novels & Stories

What have I managed to do within the first hour of my first day in this school? I slowly walked in. A girl and a guy were standing there in front of Mr. Morris, facing their back to me. The guy had his arms crossed over his chest. Wait! I have seen this green t-shirt somewhere. And Blonde hair! Is he the Snow prince? Yes, he is!

Her leftovers after feeding are my meals, but one thing she doesn't know is that I prepare the meal in a big quantity and then hide the remaining after serving her. I would say that it's the reason I became overweight is because I ate with greediness due to the fact Kiah wants me to starve. I fed secretly in a way that if feeding was the only benefit I would get from my family….then so be it. I accepted that I was an orphan because our parents were searching for me…but I didn't plot the accident, and the main culprit here should be Tyrion who deceived me.

she asked, not sure what to do. "Ahhh!" When Lyca heard Adam cry out, she stopped moving and turned around to see what was going on. "Adam..." Lyca stopped and whispered as she walked up to the man. She can't say anything about what she sees in the cage. Adam is in pain because of a forced turn, and Snow is shocked as she sees Adam's bones breaking violently and the cracks opening up.

The bone shattered on impact, leaving the shoulder a mess of blood and torn flesh. The night air filled with Gregory's screams. As he teetered on the edge of consciousness, Gideon pulled out the spear and raised it again. "Please, sir, spare me!" Gregory finally broke, fear evident in his face. "Now you're afraid?" Gideon's face twisted with contempt. Fighting through the pain, Gregory begged, "Sir, we've never met before, so there must be some misunderstanding. Why are you attacking the Yovarian Guild?" "'Misunderstanding'?" Gideon's rage erupted as he drove his spear through Gregory's left leg. "I am Gideon Snow of the Snow family of Goldspire. Now, do you understand why I'm here?"

There was a metallic sheen to my sweat, obvious signs of silver poisoning. The child before me was curled up, alone on the dirty kitchen floor. A fresh bruise bloomed on my arm, the shape of a hand. Delta Hester, no doubt. But as I shivered in the muck, a shadow fell over me. Alpha Snow. His face twisted in disdain, but a flicker of something else in his eyes. He knelt. He knelt?! The Alpha of Snow Pointe knelt before an orphaned, weak omega child? I didn’t remember this.

So, they tried to contact Joseph. While searching for allies for Joseph, Katie naturally sought out people who shared a common enemy. That was how Joseph and the Snow family were brought together. The man who had lunch with Joseph was 25-year-old Richard Snow. The patient waiting at home was his 23-year-old sister, Cindy Snow. The Snow family lived on the outskirts of the city. Their residence was old, but it was still an impressively sized estate built of gray bricks and black tiles. Joseph finally met Cindy. She was young and beautiful. Despite her height, she was painfully thin. Her once-slender figure had withered until she resembled little more than a stick. Much of her hair had fallen

he said, moving toward her with desperation that made him more dangerous, "if you kill me, you kill them. All seventeen." Behind him, the sanctuary entrance distorted. Ash appeared first—barely mobile, his consciousness fragmenting from effort of maintaining physical form without functional mate bond. Behind him came Kade with remaining warriors. Behind them came the Council, manifesting in full power. And suspended between all of them: the seventeen enslaved Starborn, conscious enough to understand what was happening, desperate enough to understand all possible outcomes meant pain. Ash moved toward Raven. Each step required enormous effort. His consciousness was burning through whatever rec

Luis smirked at my shock, clearly pleased with himself. He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Ever seen a man's true strength, Nicole? Hmm?" His voice was a taunt, a challenge wrapped in a whisper. Flustered, my cheeks burned, and I shook my head, breathless. "I...I've never even had a boyfriend..." At my confession, the hunger in Luis's eyes became insatiable. He growled softly and said, "Hmm... So, Nicole, you've never been touched?"