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He regretted not agreeing with Serena's suggestion to find a park and wash off. However, the sight of Snow's nervous and pale face and the wariness and fear in her eyes sparked a hint of mischief in him. Grinning, he said, “Kiran York is dead. Are you going to stay a widow for him?” Snow recoiled at his words. Grief clouded her face, and tears rolled down her cheeks, but her eyes burned like hot coals. “Are you the one who killed him?” Kiran nodded. “That’s right!” Weeping, Snow suddenly tilted her head up. “I'm sorry I can’t avenge you, Kiran. The only thing I can do for you is die to protect my purity!”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

" With that, I turned and grabbed Amelia's hand before walking away. "Charlie Holland! Charlie, stop!" Mom screamed from behind. Melanie tried to catch up, but in the end, she stopped in her tracks. As she watched my determined silhouette, she finally understood that some people, once lost, could never be found again. … It had been two years since I'd come to Valdora. This winter, it finally started to snow. On New Year's Eve, Amelia came knocking on my grandparents' door in the middle of the night. "Charlie, come out! It's snowing!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.

As waiting on the other side of the door for them to come out. They have just had their first illicit sex in Sincity. For a moment there Jason felt sorry for Snow, he had just taken his black boy's monster cock. He knew what his friend was packing and Goddammit if Snow didn't feel the power of that thing and judging by the sounds that never ceased to stop pouring from Snow's mouth, Jason knew he felt it. *********

I feel so tired. I watch the ice crawl slowly towards my leg like delicate spider webs but I don’t have the energy to move a muscle, not even when the ice starts working its way over me. I know it’s gotten bad when I start to feel warm. I read a book once titled ‘The Cold Death’ and it was about people that were condemned to die in ice. They always felt warm right before they died and I wonder if that’s what’s happening to me now, my body offering me one last comfort before it gives up on me completely. My lashes flutter closed and as ice flakes appear on them, my last thought is that Alpha Kael was wrong. My wolf is either very broken or she doesn’t give a damn about my death.

The scent of blood and death was enough. Ignoring them, I snapped my focus back to Snow, returning to my knees before her. Agony sliced through me as I touched her bloodied neck with trembling fingers, hoping against hope to feel a pulse. Nothing. Her chest didn’t rise. Her heart didn’t beat. A raw, guttural sound echoed in the air and I realized it was coming out from my lungs as I pulled Snow’s lifeless body against mine. She was gone.

Otherwise, I will be bullied in the same way that Juno was. ~Juno's POV~ Snow falls beneath my feet as I go along the forest trail, oblivious to my own destiny. That was my goal. Even after all these years, the thought of dying still appeals to me. Despite the passage of time (4 years), I was still the mother of my son, my boy Darrian. Each time I looked at my wrist, uncontrollably, tears streamed down my cheeks, reminding me of my shortcomings. I’m irritated by the prospect of not dying after attempting practically everything. I sighed quietly. I’m slowing down. I’m at a loss for words at this point. I’m going to die of hypothermia. I went to my knees and began to tremble as the snow began

"All that talk about 'you and her, never to be apart'—you were the one who always said it, right? If Janet hadn't told me, how would I know?" Chester's face turned ghostly white, with all color drained away. "You're in cahoots with that little dummy to trick me, aren't you? She's been away for two years and has even learned to lie!" I felt a surge of injustice for Janet. I lifted my hand and slapped him across the face. "How can you say these things and still have a conscience? You sent her to the Highveil Mountains, where she died of hypothermia! Her body is still up there on the Highveil Mountains!"

He turned his gaze to me, his tone suddenly honeyed "You don't have to look so scared, Ms. Karam. From what I heard, the last guy Jacob killed was years ago and it was..." Mr. Snow's fist slammed onto the table, cutting him off mid-sentence "You're treading on thin ice, Demir" he threatened, his voice dark and foreboding "Leave on your own or get hauled out by security" --- *Author’s Note*: To those new to the character Jacob Snow, I bet you didn’t see that one coming, did you? This character was introduced at the beginning of my book (On the Border) it is the story of his two older brothers Alex and Lucas. Somewhere along the chapters in this book, the brothers and the rest of the family wi