I Have A Message For President Snow Novels & Stories

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

There was no reason for me to lift a finger. When I left work that evening, I did not expect to find Snow waiting at the school gate. She leaned against her car and lifted her head a little. She looked in my direction like she had been waiting for a while for me. As soon as she spotted me, she walked over quickly. I could not hide my surprise. “Why are you here?” Snow lowered her head and said softly, “Jared, I thought about everything today. I was the one who messed up. I made you misunderstand things.”

"He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart." She slowly closed her eyes, and blood stained my shirt collar. "Nathalie... if only I weren't such a fool." Her eyes shut, and her hands slipped from my neck. Then, there was only silence. All that was left in the howling snowstorm was the sound of my crying. … After the snowstorm passed, I made my way down the mountain alone, rushing straight to Riverton City. I got there just as Chester's engagement party was starting. Right when Chester was about to slip the ring on Rose's finger, I burst into the room. "Chester, Janet has passed away, and she sent me to give you a wedding present!"

The next message arrived. Remember how things used to be. His chest tightened again. Another message appeared. Before everyone started believing your little success story. Oliver felt anger rising now. His fingers moved quickly. If you have a problem with me, say it. The typing bubble appeared again. Paused longer this time. Then the response came. Oh I will. Another message followed immediately. Just not yet. Oliver’s jaw tightened. The final message appeared seconds later. You should enjoy being President while you can. His breathing slowed.

I must no kid myself but he really looks good with those tuxedos on, not to mention his Eastern Asian look and fair skin complexion with those fox-like eyes that make him look cunning, clever, and mischievous. "Happy–." A word came out from his mouth, but a housemaid came in carrying a tray of beverages, so he immediately cut himself off. "Mister Sebastian and Mister Laurent. The president's coming down in ten minutes." The housemaid said as she put the beverages on the living room table. Sebastian and I nodded in unison. I caught Sebastian looking in my direction without looking at my eyes. I just gave him a slight grin. I slowly rolled my sleeves and reached for the glass of juice.

Josh let out a loud laugh, rough against his throat like scratches from sharp nails. They finished the last of the ice cream and returned to their work. —— “How were we supposed to deal with all of this when we’re already done?” Tristan asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, what do you mean how? We’re already done, right, Mr. President?” Josh scratched the back of his neck, then rolled his eyes so hard they almost disappeared. “Just shut up. It’s finished already. Let’s get this over with. Are you messing around? Are you crazy?”

--So, don't you give up, na na na I won't give up, na na na Let me love you Let me love you So, don't you give up, na na na I won't give up, na na na Let me love you Let me love youuuuuuuuu-- Snow's POV. I closed the door separating Mr Richardson office from mine, a breath I hadn't notice I was holding escaped my nose and lips harshly. I remained behind the closed door as I tried to gather my now rearranged thoughts.

He claimed Snow’s PR team acted on their own. Snow was not about to back down. She provided a large number of chat records and transfer receipts showing that Zeke had supported her financially for a long time. She claimed that he had repeatedly encouraged her to pursue her dreams. On the day of the accident, Zeke had insisted that she drive. After the incident, he was the one who planned all the public relations efforts, and he promised to handle everything for her. In the detention center, the two of them acted out a ruthless battle against each other.

He said, and rushed to take his leave. Snow was sobbing softly after the healer left. I walked over to the window, and looked outside at my castle. The news of her pregnancy could be hidden for a few months, but it definitely could not be hidden forever. It would be only a matter of time before that vampire came back to claim his end of the deal. How could I tell Snow that she would have to give up the baby as soon as it was born? How could I tell her that I had known about the baby this whole time but I refused to say anything because I wasn't sure what to do about it?

Is this real, could she really be the woman he had been looking for? He rubbed his eyes repeatedly confirming,until he was sure that the woman in front of him was the same woman he had been looking for. He wasn’t daydreaming, it was real. He approached her slowly, heart racing , and said. “Excuse me…have we met before? You look so familiar?” Stephanie chuckled. “Who doesn’t know Mr Robinson, the president of the Robinsons Family Corporation. Of course we have met before.” “That’s not what I meant, i mean….” Nathan paused, he was at a loss for words, how can he tell her that he was the little boy she had saved twenty years ago.