Jon Snow Ao3 Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Elodie looked stunned but quickly moved in to manage the fallout, steering the woman away with practiced grace. I stood frozen beside Callan, the link roaring with everything we couldn’t say out loud. His public confirmation felt too close to the truth. The electric tension between us crackled hotter than ever. My cock throbbed painfully against my zipper, and through the connection I felt his own arousal spike in response thick, heavy, demanding. Callan’s voice was low and rough when he leaned in again, lips barely moving. “Hotel. Now.” We barely made it through the goodbyes.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

Her vision was turning red. “Help…” she gasped, barely louder than a whisper. Dylan glanced at her once, his expression unreadable, then slammed the door and drove off into the snow. Zoe lay trembling on the ground, tears streaming down her face as the car vanished into the blizzard. And then—everything went black. * In her haze, Zoe began to dream. She was fifteen again. It was the day of her parents’ funeral. The snow was heavy, blanketing the world in white. She had cried so hard in front of their portraits that she nearly passed out.

"God Crystal, you're so hot..." She pressed into him. "I need fucked again... I'm so turned on... I can't think... all I can think about is sex..." Jon groaned. With one hand, he yanked her pants down, and with the other, pushed her up against the storage room wall. His fingers brushed over the silky dampness of her pussy, and he groaned again, louder. With the same hand, he pulled open the front of his jeans, and pulled his cock out as quickly as he could. Crystal's hands found him, and pushed his jeans and underwear down, giving his member much more freedom. She squealed as she wrapped her hand around his hardness. "You're so big and hard... I need that in me, fill me up with your big, thi

Turning to Hannah, I seethed "Can you believe this malicious woman! Who does she think she is?" Hannah cleared her throat, her voice a quiet whisper "She's a close friend of his. And at one point, they were lovers" My eyes widened in shock "No freaking way! Her! She's a snake!" Hannah shrugged, her voice barely above a whisper "A very attractive snake, it seems. Maybe that makes up for everything else. But since they're not together anymore, I guess Mr. Snow came to the same conclusion you just did. They remained close friends, as far as I know"

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.

I pictured him gently leaning in and undoing the buttons of my shirt, slowly revealing my bare hills after carefully removing my jeans and panties… I flushed. 'You do realize that Damon is not here, right?' Snow interjected, trying to make me aware of the reality. However, her words seemed to go unnoticed as my imagination got the best of me... Whether he was physically present or not became inconsequential, as my mind effortlessly conjured a vivid portrayal of him, and that was enough to satisfy me. 'Shush snow, one of our mates is about to tame us.' I said and she sneered. Back to Damon, what was he doing again??? Oh yes…

He was just too fucking terrified to tell her. Feeling himself slipping dangerously close to spilling himself into her, he snaked a hand between their bodies, already dappled with sweat, to rub the most sensitive part of her. She tightened around him, her forehead against his as her feet dug into his shins. Her face scrunched, the smattering of freckles across her nose disappearing into the creases as her eyes squeezed close. She let out a cry, her bouncing hips frenetic and wild before they shuddered to a standstill, her entire body curling into him in a wave of release. It only took a moment longer of his hips lifting to meet hers, Zoe’s mouth gingerly pressing kisses against his jawline,