Jon Snow Book Art Novels & Stories

He planned to shower, change his clothes, and head back to the lab. As he was putting on his shoes in the foyer, he glanced up and saw the small figurine Miranda had given him. After coming home, he'd set it on a shelf above the shoe rack, in a spot cleared just for it, while the other shelves were packed with books. He couldn't help but smile. It really did look quite a bit like him. … In mid-January, Jandersville was hit with a heavy snowfall. Miranda pushed open her window and saw that the whole world had been covered in a fresh, white blanket.

Kail flinched, and before long, he took her to his bed and held her quietly. They listened to each other’s heartbeats as their souls became one. They had an unbelievably peaceful time. Looking out the giant window, they watched the snowfall. It was a beautiful scene as the snow danced in the wind like diamonds. It was so peaceful and lovely that it felt surreal. In the room was the burning fire in the fireplace and the shelves were filled with books. Solveig’s song was playing romantically. Silje asked, “You have a lot of mystery books. Did you read Karin Fossum’s newest novel?”

More tiny hands shot forward—offering wilted flowers, cracked acorns, a button shaped like a star, even a small piece of honeycomb that immediately got stuck to Sari’s fur. Joha was gifted a drawing of what might’ve been him punching a shadow monster. He held it up proudly to all four of us. “Look at my jawline.” Aya snorted. “That’s your ear, young master.” “Art is subjective.” Joha mused as he rolled his eyes. I got a feather. A really fluffy one! “For floating,” a small girl whispered to me, eyes wide. “You are like a baby cloud.” I hugged it close to my chest like it was treasure.

“ Snow, I have some news to tell you,” “ I'm listening?.” “ Rebecca and I are having a baby!!! And it's a BOY!!!” I damn near dropped my whiskey. “ I'm sorry, what now?” I've only seen this man light up one time before now, and it was when he first met Rebbecca. Rebbecca was in a rush to an interview fresh off of a flight from L.A., and he'd been sitting in the carpool lane to pick me up.

I unlock the door as quietly as I can. Jonah’s asleep on the couch. He’s too big for it now—his legs hang off the edge, one arm thrown over his face and the other holding onto his inhaler—but he’s curled up under the blanket I bought him last Christmas. His sketchbook’s on the floor next to him, open to a page covered in dark, jagged lines. I kneel down. Look at the drawing. Monsters again. Always monsters. Claws and teeth and too many eyes, things that don’t look human but almost are, things that are breaking apart or putting themselves back together. I can never tell which.

Now, if I have the power to sprout an orange tree in December, then maybe there is good in my abilities. "Wrenley!" Adam calls from the back porch. "What are you doing?" I dust off my hands and hurry to him. That night, it begins to snow. I glance out one of the windows in the bedroom after I change into my pajamas. All that is out there is an empty field with a building blanket of snow on top of it. I stand at the window a bit longer to watch the snowflakes tumble through the air. Adam sits on the bed against the headboard, reading a very old looking book. I leave the window and climb onto the bed. I cling to his side and he closes the book, marking the page before setting it down on the be

I can already imagine where this is going to end. I could see Alex's eyes turned completely black and the atmosphere changed. He stood even straighter than before and was now giving off an even stronger aura. Aaron had taken complete control, it seemed. If it was anybody else, the person would have run off from him, but I know he wouldn't hurt me no matter how scary his wolf looked, now that he was completely in charge. He came up to Snow and slightly ducked his head to move his muzzle across her neck. He took a long sniff before lapping her face with his tongue. OH WOW! I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose.

Flowers decorated the passageway, each pot with a considerable amount of space between. The building's interior was chic and exotic just the way she liked it. She loved the soft colors that blended to give it a cool feel. She shivered. The word ‘cool' reminded her of the weather forecast that morning. Snow. It was going to snow very soon and her stomach rolled at the thought. Scarlett didn’t hate the snow. In fact, she loved it. She'd loved playing in the snow as a child or just watching it fall, but that was before she started getting the visions.

I giggle wryly, “Won’t be a bad idea though. Just that I’d feel sorry for Mei.” Sighing, I bring my attention to look out the large windows to see the evening sky ridden with pale-grey clouds still faintly alight with the orange glow of the sunset. The chilly breeze flowing in sizzles me with excitement as I gradually begin to recognize the soft drizzle of tiny white balls in the air outside. Snow makes me happy. Mainly because it’s the season I fall more deeply in love with my bed than ever before. Perfect time to read my novels and remain snug with warm joy beneath my heaps of blankets.

Olivia We were curled up beneath a thick blanket that smelled faintly of cedarwood and laundry detergent, our bodies entangled like the firelight dancing across the walls. The freezing bite of New York's winter clawed at the windows, but inside, wrapped up in Sebastian's warmth and the golden hush of the flames, I felt like I was floating inside a snow globe that didn’t want to be shaken. The painting he gave me leaned silently in the corner, still and haunting. Beautiful, yes, but also strange. Like it was watching me. Like it remembered me before I remembered myself. I tried not to stare at it for too long.