Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Jon Snow นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After what happened that day, after seeing her side with him so openly, even someone as slow as me could not keep lying to himself anymore. Before I could speak, the door creaked open. Jessica frowned at once. “Who is there?” She yanked the door open. Elliot stood outside with tears running down his face. “Jessica… were you telling the truth? “You were only nice to me because you wanted to use me to help your boyfriend?”

“Never leaving this cabin. Ever.” I laugh, breathless and wrecked. “The blizzard’s ending today.” Jonah groans dramatically. “Noooo.” Cal kisses my shoulder. “Then we’re kidnapping you.” I smile, closing my eyes, still full of them. “Promise?” “Promise,” they say together. Jonah flops onto his back, chest heaving, cock already hard again like the man is made of pure horniness. “Get on me, baby,” he rasps, patting his thighs. “Need that pussy right now.”

Ruben snarled, “a woman dares talk back to me. I should have known you were the one who poisoned my daughter, feeding her lies and making her a stubborn wife instead of a submissive one. Now, because of you, my plans have been ruined. The pup I groomed…” Myra’s blood boiled as Jorah whispered, “He is trying to get to you, Myra; don’t let him,” her mind raging with anger even as The healer speaks, his eyes fixed on the alpha with a deathly stare filled with hate. “You insolent healer, you’re nothing but a mere omega, yet you dare look at me? I’ll have your head for the disrespect you’ve shown,” he snarled, and Myra couldn’t hold it any longer, charging forward just as the Red Dawn guards circ

*Lorenzo POV* After our amazing make-out, I drop Snow off in her apartment before proceeding to mine. All through my drive back home, I couldn't do away with the smile plastered on my face. This girl has been a source of joy in my life; she is all I want in a woman; beautiful, submissive, and knowing how to give me the exact sexual desires I crave.

I longed to feel it again, but I couldn’t. This wasn’t me. It couldn't be. Not Snow, the very Snow that had the highest number of contracted kills under her belt… The very Snow that would never give a Vampire the courtesy of surviving the night. The very Snow that had taken so many Vampires lives before and never shed a tear, or felt an ounce of guilt. This new Snow, with feelings, and fucking tears? That wasn’t me, it couldn’t be me. In fact it never would be. I couldn’t allow it. “We have arrived at your destination, ma’am.” Jarvis’s voice rang out, tearing me from my thoughts.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

Sunday arrived with actual sunlight, which felt like poor timing. The island looked different in it, the black sand beach below the cliffs turned bronze, the stone walls of the academy lost their severity, the Atlantic shifted from its usual grey-green threat into something almost forgiving. Nora stood at the window of the east common room with her second coffee and looked at all of it and thought about Monday morning and an unstaffed academic wing and a manuscript sitting in a restricted section with thirty hours left before it disappeared into a High Court archive forever.

Jaxon overlooked Snow’s awkwardness because he was too preoccupied with the plan in his head. “That’s all. Go back to your duties,” Jaxon said abruptly. Snow gradually removed the phone from his ear. His head slowly turned to the right only to find Gia Leonore standing with her arms folded in front of her chest, her eyes narrowing sharply and her mouth thinning, giving her the appearance of an old fox. Very frightening. “Ma’am,” Snow said, grimacing inwardly. Jaxon’s grandmother’s expression indicated that she had overheard the conversation. “What happened to that couple, Snow?” Gia asked, her red eyes flashing.

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.

“Miss Sonnet, I have a boyfriend. I hope that you can stop your persecution paranoia!” Snow put down her hand casually and glanced at her. “Are you referring to Howard Jung?” Jocelyn pursed her lips tightly. “No!” Snow huffed coldly and said, “You must have asked a random man to act like your boyfriend again. Do you think that I’ll believe you?” Jocelyn could not stand it anymore. “Snow Sonnet, don’t cause trouble!” After speaking, Jocelyn turned around and walked away. As soon as she walked to the entrance of the toilet, Snow’s cold voice rang out, “Jocelyn White!”