Novel & Cerita I Am Snow Black

Doubting if she is even attracted to me. But Naomi surprises me when her next words leave her mouth. " I'm sorry to say this Mr. Black, but you don't always get to have whatever thing you want. And nothing's gonna make me want you, not even your sleek, sweet, dirty lines." Damn. Talk about a boner killer.

*Aaron* I trudged through the snow, my boots crunching on the ground as a bitter reminder of the chaos that had just occurred. My heart pounded with a disturbing mix of anger and dread as I neared the lake's edge, now a deceptive sheet of glass shimmering under the relentless winter sun. It seemed cruelly beautiful, concealing the terror beneath its freezing surface. Braxton and Winter might have lost their lives there, and the image kept replaying in my mind—both of them submerged, gasping for air, while I desperately tried to reach them.

Frost stared at her Uncle and then nodded. She admits that she was curious about the story of Snowy. Seeing his cute niece nods at him he smiled and started narrating, "Snowy actually was your mother's pet beast. Your mother, Ligaya had seen its miserable and almost dying appearance in the forest. It was said that humans were responsible for it, and so, Snowy was very wary towards human. It hated humans. It doesn’t want humans to approach it. Only a handful of people could approach it. Your mother saved it and brought it to the Palace. Your mother took a liking to it. Although Snowy is still a bit wary of her. It's just unfortunate that your mother has a water attribute and Snowy has an ice

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

Snow—my white wolf with cold blue eyes—lifted her head. The witch froze. Good. Even without speaking, Snow radiated lethal grace. My body felt heavier, stronger, and wild. Every instinct sharpened. My paws touched the floor with silent promise. The witch’s fingers twitched, drawing runes in a desperate attempt to defend herself, but Snow was already moving. A blur of white. A sharp snap of bones. A wet crack. In the span of a breath, Snow lunged at her, jaws stretching wide. Teeth sank into the witch’s neck and tore through flesh and bone with merciless precision.

“I’ll take anything that makes me look less like a disaster.” “Well” she said, adjusting the strap on my helmet “you do have an air of reckless chaos. But I’m starting to think it’s part of the charm.” I could barely breathe. “You think I’m charming?” She smirked. “Don’t let it go to your head, Sixteen Candles.” We stepped out onto the snow, heading toward the beginner’s slope. I was trying to keep my steps even, to walk like a man who belonged in ski boots, not like I was wearing medieval torture devices on my feet.

But gratitude could not bring love back. My love for Adrian Moretti had ended that Christmas Eve, when my father died in the snow.

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.

Asher winced, clutching his stomach before charging again. They were about to clash again when— Smack! Smack! Snow slapped both of them. Hard. The room froze. Both males paused, stunned. It was the first time they had seen her like this. Snow was usually soft. Timid. Always laughing quietly with her friends, always avoiding confrontation. But now? Her eyes were pitch black. She looked furious. Did... did she have a wolf? That only happened when the inner wolf took control. But Snow wasn’t eighteen yet. So how?