Jon Snow Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Had he finally realized that he was really close to the place where he cut open that nameless torso? “Mr. Clark, our police dogs found this in the snow.” It was a bloodied hearing aid. I could not quite describe Zach’s expression accurately. He seemed shocked but also in disbelief. In the end, he took the expensive, custom-made hearing aid he bought for me. “That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.”

He commented, turning around to leave, assuming I would follow after him. That was exactly what I did, following a man I didn't know, to go mate with a man I didn't know, and be killed by him the second I become his Luna. The Winter Snow Pack are well known for Lunas brutally murdered on the night of their mating ceremony by none other than the Alphas themseleves.

My forehead splits open, blood streaming down. At that moment, Sona opens his eyes. His golden eyes shine like torches in the darkness. He clenches his tiny fists. “Dad! Why are you hurting Mom? You said she is our queen!” Clone Sophia raises her claws toward Sona. “Dear Sona, your father is asleep now. I am your new mother. Come with me to that cave in the Himalayas.” Sona stands on the bed. A golden aura begins to radiate from his body, dimming the violet glow.

And now, my biggest opportunity. But before I could process it, a deafening roar of wind echoed from outside, shaking the cabin. I moved to the window and saw a flurry of snow. From the living room, the TV announced a breaking news update: a massive snowstorm had hit, and no travel was advised. I was snowed in. With him. My ex-boyfriend’s dad.

Before I could answer, a voice came from behind the vehicle. "Selene?" Tamara. Her eyes scanned me, recognition dawning. "Is everything okay?" she asked, eyes narrowing. And then Jax appeared beside her, staring at me. His gaze dropped to the child in my arms. Then to the twins behind Anna. His eyes widened. The same blue eyes as his father's. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Selene?" he asked. And just like that, the past returned to claim me. To be continued…

He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

Cheyenne hadn’t realized that she had pushed back negative thoughts of Greta’s well-being. “Skylar kept me safe. I’m okay.” Cheyenne said, through her tears. Greta pulled back from Cheyenne and looked at the tall, handsome man she’d only met once. It was as if Greta had been noticing him for the first time. “He’s been looking after me for a while now.” Cheyenne said, wiping the tears from her face. “I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced, I’m Skylar Snow.” Skylar said, outstretching his hand for Greta to take.

Sоnjа was іn a good mood, аnd had trulу ѕееmеd to enjoy rіdіng in the роwеrful rеd convertible. Jеnnіе had соvеrtlу wаtсhеd her mоthеr on the rіdе out, trying tо dіѕсеrn thе рurроѕе оf the trір. Sоnjа’ѕ ѕundrеѕѕ hаd ridden up hіgh on hеr hірѕ bесаuѕе оf thе wind, but ѕhе hаd mаdе nо mоvе tо pull іt down or соvеr thе ѕkіmру white panties beneath.

She would hear the older girls talking and laughing about their mates, about how much they craved them, and it made her wonder, deeply and wildly. Now that she had one, she wanted to experience it all. Everything that came with a fated mate. After all, she had already liked Logan for so long—so much. Like, a lot. But her thoughts snapped back to reality when her legs went weak, like they surrendered completely. Logan’s hands caught her waist, still kissing her, now more passionately. “Hmmm… ahhh,” Snow moaned softly, careful not to wake her parents. But then... Her lips were wet, and she felt it clearly between her legs—like something inside had opened, flooding out. She instantly pulled bac

Snowie, on the other hand, eats just cooked fish; she can't have any of the other ingredients. “This looks comfy enough for her,” Jaxon says with a groan as he settles Snowie carefully in folded cashmere blankets next to the bed. I watch in awe as he scratches Snowie’s fur tenderly, seeing a rugged-looking man like Jaxon tend to a helpless kitten is such a turn on. He whispers goodnight to her before rising. Our eyes lock, and immediately, we're breathing slow, eyeing each other and most definitely recalling the hot kiss at the pond. “So um...” I look around, trying to avoid his gaze because I can't breathe when he looks at me like that. “What are the sleeping arrangements?” I point to the b