Jon Snow And Daenerys Novels & Stories

A reporter asked, “Director Snow, your son, Rodney Snow, spent last night with Freya Lynch. Have you heard about it?” Jason said, “I have, but this is nothing. Freya is my son’s fiancee from the start.” “What? But didn’t Rodney propose to Sarah Neeson just a few days ago? Sarah is his real fiancee.”

And that trust was heavier than any burden I’d ever carried. Finally, I stood up, still holding her close as my gaze flicked to the asshole LIam. “You are dismissed.” He bowed his head and then slunk out of the room, his guards trailing behind him. When we were alone, I turned my attention back to Snow. Tiny beads of sweat were on her face and despite the fact that she’d just woken up, she looked utterly exhausted. “We’re leaving now. The car’s ready.” I expected her to be excited, but instead, she froze and her wide hazel eyes darted to mine.

SHARON’S POV The night smelled like cut grass and diesel. Streetlights flickered weak yellow pools across cracked pavement, turning everything into shadows with sharp edges. Daenerys sat between my knees on the curb, her small back pressed to my chest, dragon plush already damp from her tears. Daemon curled against her side, one fist knotted in her sleeve, the other thumb jammed deep in his mouth. His eyelids drooped, then snapped open again every few seconds. He knew. They both knew.

"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."

Then they went back to Snow and pricked his tiny finger; he whined instead of crying from pain. The blood from all three of us mixed together in the bowl, and the most amazing thing happened because the bowl actually changed color, shifting from silver to gold and glowing softly. A smile bloomed across the faces of the elders, and I saw Marcus and Elena both smiling too. The elders raised Snow up high above their heads so that everyone in the entire arena could see him clearly. "His name shall be Zane Snow Winter," the head elder announced in a voice that carried across the entire arena, "the son of Jude Winter and Rosie Elsa Winter, the fifty-fourth young alpha of Winter's pack!"

Theon commands, while his arm goes around Soren and pulls him flushed against his body. Soren gasps and at that moment, it's as if time stopped for a moment because Soren doesn't shut his eyes as the alpha ordered, instead he got lost staring at the alpha's dark chocolate eyes. Everything happens in a second, one moment they're standing in the room, the next they're out the window with Theon's hand firmly tight around his waist. Soren’s stomach ends up in his throat as they plummet into the dark night. He screams, closing his eyes, and waits for the impact of the ground, but suddenly there's a loud snap and a violent jerk that pulls them back.

It's supposed to be a cellphone game, but I don't seem to hear anything about it. "Hello, Clint and Alucard!" Queen Snow greeted the two and the two bowed in respect. King Yuan just looked at all of us silently and seemed to have no intention of speaking. "I would like to know who these beautiful young people are together with you." Queen Snow smiled and her eyes were on us but when she looked at me, the shock registered on her face she recovered immediately but I was just surprised as I felt the distaste in her eyes. I fringed. Even though no one said it, I felt it. I feel strongly about such things.