Novel & Cerita Jon Snow Crossover Fanfiction

As he thought about everything that happens for the last days, he didn't even remark that he move to their bedroom. He stands now in front of his dressing, opened it and lay his eyes on a gray hoodie, definitely not his. He took it in his hands and recognize Trisha cologne. A sweet scent of vanilla. The Alpha dodges his nose in the hoodie and smells it full lung. As he falls down again his closet door, Jonathan put the hoodie on, and buried his face in it and cried his heart out. All day he wanted to let himself loose like this and it's only now that he allowed himself to. He lost everything ... not because they didn't love each other, but the opposite. Jonathan chooses something else, but J

~~~~ 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.

She raised her head to look at Jonas, and her tone was so light that there was no longer a trace of emotion in it as she said, “I know that you’re not pretending to be stupid, but you are really stupid! Now, get out of my way immediately!” “Dream on!” Jonas stubbornly stuck out his neck and said, “I won’t give you the chance to hurt Clara again!” Very well, then. Sienna had already run out of patience, so she threw Jonas over her shoulder and onto the ground directly. After that, she strode toward the guest room at the back of the hotel. If Colson was locked up, the scope would only be within this area. Jonas was in so much pain that his bones were cracking. When he grimaced and got up, Sien

At that moment it started to snow, Rose’s favorite season. It was the first snow. Her favorite day of the year. Rosalie had always loved the snow, but her love for the season grew because the snow had led her to meet Hakeem. They would’ve been in their little cottage, celebrating their first baby together. The snow would’ve been the icing on the cake as they enjoyed each other's company. When Hakeem finally looked at her with trembling lips, unable to speak, her heart broke all over again. But, she knew she’d take the bullet all over again.

and then he gave Lyca a hug. Snow laughed. "I am not! I forgot the date because of what happened with Jaxson and Wesley "She said this while trying to hide her blush. Xavier makes us laugh again. "—Fine! But this is the end... No matter what happens, I won't stop the next time! It doesn't matter to me if you have your period or if someone comes over!" He told her, and then he stole a kiss from her. Lyca was too stunned to say anything... She doesn't know why she agreed and accepted Xavier until now.

We both cry, knowing what is coming next as we dress and pack, wanting to be ready to leave this secluded spot where the best and worst things that have ever happened to us occurred. Standing up, we wrap up in each other’s arms, sharing one last tear-filled kiss. “I love you so much,” Richard says against my mouth. “I love you, too,” I return. Taking one last deep breath, I cling to him a little tighter, relishing the feel of the sparks that dance along my skin. “I, Carl Jonas Snow, reject you, Richard Gideon Laoch, as my mate.”

), and Jackson ("Suspicion" "But your brain," Nova smiled. "It's quiet. Like snow." She climbed onto the empty chair next to him and stole a roll from his plate. "I like you." Jackson dropped his fork. Clatter. Nova liked no one. She was terrified of strangers. But she sat next to this boy as if he were family. "Snow..." Jackson repeated the word. He looked at Kian's intense green eyes again. He looked at the shape of his jaw. A memory flashed in Jackson's mind. A blizzard in Iceland. A man in a robot suit. A girl with broken glasses.

In this pack of pure-blood fanatics, he would've celebrated my death. "I don't know," I shrugged. "Doesn't matter anymore. Speaking of mates, I'm not seeing your boyf—" "Aurora." Jane's sigh cut me off. "I wasn't allowed to tell you... but I can't hold this secret anymore. Jaxon is not my boyfriend." A bomb. Casually dropped like she was discussing weather. "Sorry—I think I misheard," I said, throat tightening. "No," she said seriously. "He's not my boyfriend. He and I... we used to have sex. That's all."

His face turned deathly pale. At that time, the first person he saw when he woke up was Cheryl. He saw the wound on her waist too, and, coupled with the nurse's vague explanation, he always assumed that Cheryl was the one who had donated her kidney to him. That was also the only reason why he had even asked her to be his girlfriend in the first place! Now, he was only finding out that everything had been just a lie after all! "Also, when the avalanche occurred at Snowpeak Hills, it was also Ms. Underwood who risked her life to save you…"

I used to study that scar when I was younger. Now I can’t stop imagining kissing it. Good thing I’m grown now. And out here? Nobody’s around to hear me scream his name. This is going to be a long, dirty winter. And honestly? I can’t fucking wait. We keep climbing until the road barely looks drivable anymore. The Jeep growls over ice and loose rocks before a large cabin finally appears through the falling snow. Nico kills the engine and gets out first. He grabs my suitcase while I follow behind him toward the house.