Jon Snow Ao3 Novels & Stories

Those heavy footsteps belonged to ordinary people. When he turned around, he saw two drunken men swaying, which made him even more puzzled. Sonny and Haydn finally saw Snow in real life. She was over 170 centimeters tall and in a sleeveless blue dress with blue strappy high heels. Their hearts started pounding, and all sorts of wild thoughts flooded their minds. Snow felt sick to her stomach when she saw their gazes, so she instinctively leaned on Kiran. Kiran immediately moved her behind him. Sonny and Haydn were immediately annoyed that he was blocking her, so Haydn opened his big mouth, “Move aside, kid. I’m going to f*ck Snow today.”

Kael's wolf which was about plunging an attack on Cain, suddenly froze, threw his head back and howled in agony as the bond snapped. His form dissolved into shadow and vanished back into his unconscious body in the old seer's house. Silence fell. Cain's wolf staggered, then looked at Snow. It gently began moving towards her. Their necks brushed,– fur against fur and warmth against warmth. Aria smiled through her tears. A new red thread of fate wrapped itself around Snow and Cain’s wolf–glowing, bright, unbreakable. "MINE!" Snow spelled out, clear and sure. Cain’s wolf pressed his forehead to hers. "Mine!"

Her cheeks heated up as she wondered what he intended to do. Aurelio's eyes burned with desire as he gazed at her. He felt his Adam's apple move up and down. Unlike many men, he wasn't drawn to large breasts or a voluptuous body. Snow's radiant skin captivated him, setting his whole body ablaze. He took his time exploring her with his eyes, making Snow shift uncomfortably. She could feel the heat emanating from him, and her toes curled up in response.

Roman’s P.O.V The warmth had totally fled from Snow’s body. I held her, my hands trembling with helplessness I had never really known except the day my blood was cursed. No matter how much of my cursed lycan blood I desperately forced past her lips, she remained deathly still, her once-soft skin turning a sickly shade of blue. I pressed my forehead to hers, inhaling a scent that was already fading, slipping through my grasp like fucking smoke. FUCK!

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

“I know this is wrong. How many sins will you commit this week?” Jon grunted loudly as he pushed Jade’s knees up to her chest and repositioned himself. When he pierced her again, he was in deeper then he ever had been before. The angle graved the roof of Jade’s vaginal walls, releasing a wonderful sensation she had never felt before. Even she had never coaxed this out of her body. Please, mister Allister, let me taste how sweet her pussy is.” Joanne begged. Jon pulled out and Joanne leaned over and began blowing him. She pushed her head down until she was all the way to his balls and then stuck her tongue out, licking his sack. She stayed there a short while and pulled her head back, gasping

“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!”

The very second, I feel a knot burst inside of me and I fall back letting out a high-pitched moan, feeling myself floating in the air, the orgasm ripping through my spine, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him slip out of me with a sloppy push and I get a blurry vision of him releasing into the condom whilst letting out a low grunt. He always does that no matter how many times I tell him, the condom won't break. I couldn't help but smile, looking at his flushed face and body which was trembling slightly. I tilt my face and kiss his sweaty arm, whispering 'I love you, snow.' .. At the breakfast table, my Mom frowns looking at Ty and Aaron who were looking extremely tired an

Thank you so much for reading The Snow Storm! If you would like to find out more about what happens to Owen and the rest of the Williamson family then check out the sequel, Murder Motel. Here is a sneak peak of the book.. Chapter One September 17, 2007 “Am I speaking to a mister Owen Matthews?” “Um, yeah, that would be me.. Can I help you?” He does not recognize the female voice on the other end of the line but he has to admit, it is a beautiful voice. He would know how to spot a lovely voice, considering her heard random voices all day long.

They fucked slow and deep in front of the fire, kissing passionately while he ground against her clit. Then he took her against the window, her breasts pressed against the cold glass as he fucked her from behind, the snowstorm swirling outside while he claimed her. By the time the fire had burned low, Evelyn was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess. Her body was covered in his marks, and her pussy was leaking his cum. Jonathan pulled her into his arms on the couch, kissing her deeply. “We’re snowed in for at least two more days,” he murmured against her lips. “And I’m nowhere near finished with you.”