Jon Snow Ao3 Novels & Stories

Her sweet and clean scent filled the air. Gideon felt like he was floating. "What are you doing?" Snowy's face turned red as a spark of fury flashed in her eyes. She hissed the words under her breath, clearly ticked. Gideon ignored her. With his free hand, he gently pinched her soft cheek and grinned. "Have you been missing me, you little troublemaker?” The shock hit Kieran hard, like a jolt to the chest. Snowy was caught between embarrassment and rage, but the heavy surge of masculine energy rolling off Gideon had her feeling lightheaded and dizzy.

Aurora It was late—too late to still be awake. Yet sleep refused to come as if I was its personal enemy out of all the creatures in the world. No matter how many times I told myself I didn't give a damn who Jaxon Blackwood fucked, something inside me itched—an unbearable, crawling ache under my skin that kept dragging my thoughts back to him. Only him and....him again. A groan escaped my lips as I tossed again. Jane. God, she was beautiful—soft curves, golden hair that shimmered even under shitty lighting, and that sweet, sinful innocence that screamed fuck me. She was his type. I knew it. And maybe that's what stung the most—because I wasn't.

~~~~ Aurora’s POV I had called Alfredo to arrange the fastest possible return. I felt stupid. Like a special kind of fool Jaxon had trampled on without even trying. On the flight, my head throbbed relentlessly. I pressed my palm to my temple, breathing shallowly, wiping tears that refused to stop spilling. I prayed sleep would take me—drag me under until Ravenwoods—but my body wouldn’t let me escape. Every time I closed my eyes, it was there again. Selene Hawthorn. Jaxon Grayson. A wedding invitation design.

The flare paints the sky a violent, angry red and the storm replies like a beast offended. Snow lunges at us in sheets and knives and the world narrows to wind and white. I put my face into the storm and all the noise narrows to one impossible sound: his voice in the air, and Aunt Ruby’s curse that follows it. He does not move like a human. The Winter King stands perfectly still,silver hair flaring, coat snapping like a flag no matter how the wind fights him. He watches me the way people watch a painting they plan to steal.

And even now, as Snow sits beside me fawning about how Jordan gets her. I drag my eyes across the wall clock. 7PM. I've got an hour to decide to either get this dick or starve. “He doesn't cheat. I can swear on that. He's got a temper but no man's perfect baby,” I stopped listening. My brain works overtime, picturing that tattooed arm, strong chest, his lips and…. “Jenaya…?” Snow's voice puts a halt to my wild thoughts. I snap my eyes to me. “what is it?” Snow asked.

"Like I can't think straight when you're around. Like everything I've been telling myself about why this is wrong doesn't matter anymore." I couldn't breathe. "Nick, we can't." "I know." "Riley is right inside. Your mother is here. Amanda is watching everything." "I know." "So we should go back in. Keep our distance. Pretend there's nothing between us." "We should," he agreed. But neither of us moved. We stood there in the falling snow, so close I could feel his breath on my face. The moment stretched forever and not long enough. Then the back door opened and light spilled out.

Letting him thump at his back with his fists, Kai cries quietly, Ash feels his tears soaking his shirt, as Ash probably bruises his back in frustration and anger. It had taken them a while to calm down enough to get up off the floor, but they crawl into the bed with her and hold her tightly. Serena had come up a few hours later to tell them that Jon and Jane had arrived, they nod. It’s dark outside now, and Ash can see out of the window that it’s snowing again. Just like the forecast had predicted.

*Jonas* Afterwards, I can't decide which part I liked best. Was it the feeling of completeness I felt when we were joined as one when kissing? Was it the primitive rhythm of Typhon's body as he pleasured me? Certainly, I can't discount the explosive climax I'd felt. 'What a wild night, Cana,' I think, addressing my wolf. 'One to remember, Jonas,' Cana replies within my mind, his voice a comforting echo. But now, as I lay in Typhon’s strong arms, the fresh breeze from the window caressing our bodies, I think that this might be the best of all. He is so warm and close, and I can hear his heartbeat as it slows to its normal, sedate pace.

I take it and get a closer look at it. It was an invitation to Alex Snow’s wedding, Isaac Snow’s oldest son. Isaac Snow, the leader of the Snow clan, has four children. Three sons and one daughter. The oldest one was Alex, followed by Jacob, Lucas, and April. I have never met any of them before. I’ve only seen glimpses of the daughter April at my high school. She was seventeen years old, a year younger than me. The boys were all older, that’s why I never ran into them despite living in a small town where everyone knows each other.

Brianna exclaimed. “So?” He said in a casual voice, but he knew she noticed the subtle stiffening of his shoulders, she was very observant. Brianna huffed not buying his nonchalant attitude, “You always mop around like a grieving widower on the day of the first snow, I just want to let you know you’re not doing that today,” she said, “it isn’t snowing yet though, but it will soon.” “Just leave me alone Bri.” He groaned, turning away from her, and folding into a fetal position.