Jon Snow Disappears Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“But first—we leave. Do you understand me?” I nodded, but tears pricked my eyes . Jake lifted the bag off my shoulder, interlaced his fingers with mine, and pulled me toward the SUV. Snow gathered faster now. A storm wasn’t forecast. It made no sense. But trauma doesn’t care about logic. Just as Jake opened the passenger door for me— The black car’s headlights flashed twice. Jake froze. I froze. Then the car peeled away, tires skidding in the snow, disappearing down the hill with speed.

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.

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

Willow came downstairs from the rooftop. Before Julian left, he cleaned up the apartment and made sure it was spotless. However, he still couldn't get rid of the faint, tantalizing air. Snowy lay on the couch, its eyes dark and glistening. She walked over to pet it. Then, she sat on the couch for a long time, considering her options. Should she travel to Searheim to find out the truth, or should she remain ignorant of the truth forever?

Jammie kept pedaling his ski poles so he was moving faster than Shanon's body, which was still rolling in the snow. "I can't. This makes me very dizzy.” Shanon's eyelids began to swing shut. The things that appeared in her head were Anthony's cool face and Charlie's adorable face. Shanon cried silently, remembering the people she loved. She was very sorry for leaving them at home and preferred to have fun with her ex-boyfriend. “I got you!” Jammie's body bounced across the snow as he caught Shanon's body. They fell hard, but the pile of snow protected them from more serious injuries.

Snow nodded. They were perfectly capable of driving themselves or getting on a plane, so when Kiran pieced everything together, it finally made sense to him. Serena looked at Kiran. “Why don’t you ask Snow why she hasn’t seen her parents for so long?” Kiran was left speechless again, so he looked at Snow for an answer. Snow was teary-eyed, and she held back her tears as she said, “My parents disappeared all of a sudden fifteen years ago, and they still haven’t been found. I don’t know if they’re still alive. They…”

Two days and then I'd be stuck in a house with Adrian Ashford for an entire Christmas season. More like forced to pretend we could work together when we couldn't even stand in the same room without wanting to kill each other. This was going to be an absolute disaster.

The room smelled faintly of her vanilla perfume, but the bed was neatly made, untouched, cold, and hollow. I checked my watch for the hundredth time. 3:45 AM. They had been gone for two full days. Two days of complete, radio-silent absence. When the head housekeeper informed me yesterday morning that Snow had left for an out-of-town landscape photography thesis with Damon as her escort, I had calmly nodded, brushed it off, and stepped into my office. But the moment the door locked behind me, I tore through every tracking system, every security camera log, and every phone record under the Madrigal network. Nothing.

A day before my wedding, my fiancee, Claudia George, was suddenly required to go on a business trip to North City. “There are some issues with the project. The issue should be settled by tomorrow morning, and I’ll return immediately. I won’t delay the wedding at all.” She was afraid that I would overthink the situation, so she video-called me right after she landed. In the video call, she was wearing the down jacket that I had bought her. Behind her was the white wall of the hotel. It was snowing heavily outside the window. She showed me the entire room. There was one pillow on the bed, and one set of toiletries on the sink. She even opened the closet for me to have a look. I nod

Shawn's voice was a raw, grating rasp, and each syllable dragged from the depths of his throat, thick with barely restrained accusation. So, he had found out the truth and finally, he'd been forced to believe that Joanne was really gone. "Jose, tell me, why did Joanne leap from the Moonlit Crag? And… that passage token to the Northern Wolf Clans territory… what was that about?" "She wanted to leave me?" I let out a cold and scornful laugh, "It was more than that." Shawn's brow furrowed violently and the mask of the perpetual smile was gone, replaced by a storm-cloud darkness.