Jon Snow Fanfiction

Because my jealousy endangered his childhood sweetheart, my Alpha mate, Victor, took our son's advice. He sent me to the pack witch to have my memories erased.​ A long winter later, he woke me with the antidote.​ In the eyes of the pack, I became the perfect Luna.​ I organized the pack's winter stores flawlessly. I cataloged every last berry and pound of meat without breaking a sweat. I could even smile while delivering a blanket to Clara, Victor's precious sweetheart.​ But my Alpha and my pup, Rio, knew. I had changed.​ I no longer remembered how to soothe him on full moon nights, combing through his fur as he writhed in pain.​ When Rio fell in the snow and wailed, I calmly called for his nanny.​ Even when Victor returned late from a hunt, I offered only a cool nod. I never once reached for him through our mind-link.​ At first, he thought it was revenge. He didn't care.​ Until the night of the blizzard, when he and Rio followed me to the abandoned church. Through the thin wood of the confessional, they heard my whisper.​ "Moon Goddess, what do I do when the memories are back but the love isn't?"​ "The witch gave me back what happened, but when I look at my Alpha and my pup... they're strangers to me."​ "I feel so tense and awkward just being in the same room. What am I supposed to do?" Outside, the man and the boy just froze. They finally understood. Some things, once broken, can never be fixed.​

When she turned eighteen, Sab was delighted to learn who her mate was, until it turned into a nightmare. He greeted her, gave her a gift, and that was it. It was as if he doesn’t recognize her as his mate. Clyde is the next alpha of their pack. He’s a few months older, so he must know already…. but no. It became clear he’s not feeling the mate bond. Her experience is unique and it made her afraid to tell anyone. She was forced to tell Clyde when she heard he’s planning to choose a mate from another pack. As she expected, he didn’t believe her and it hurt her greatly when he asked her to reject him. He thought she was a liar. When she agreed to his request, she tried to bury her feelings and move on. Ice, her best friend and his twin, helped her with training and she thrived in it. Years later, Clyde began to notice her presence due to her ability and improvements. He fell for her and though he initially tried not to give in to his feelings, he realized he wants her. But his rejection was deeply engraved in her heart. Sab couldn’t accept him and tried to turn him away. Clyde knew it wouldn’t be easy to convince her but he would do whatever it takes to make her his mate. ******* Each book in the Snow Mountain Pack Series can be read as a stand-alone. If you'd rather not have any spoiler, the sequence is as follows: Book 1 - Begging His Luna Book 2 - Fated to a Human (unavailable on GN) Book 3 - His Unknown Mate Book 4 - Marked Against Her Will Book 5 - Alpha King's Mysterious Mate Book 6 - Rejecting Her Rejection Book 7 - The Vampire's Lone Wolf

I saved my husband, Raffaello, the Don of the mafia, from the hands of a rival family. In return, he forced me to kneel before his childhood sweetheart, Sofia, and bark like a dog just to cheer her up. Our son, Lorenzo, wandered into the family's chemical plant out of childish curiosity, so I dragged him out with my own hands. Only for him to look me in the eye and said that I wasn't worthy of being his mother. What my husband didn't know was that when the assassins came for him, I had deliberately drew them away, letting them capture me instead. They had injected a virus into body, which burned my throat and destroyed my voice forever. What my son didn't know either was that inside the chemical plant where I rescued him, I had inhaled an overwhelming amount of toxic powder, which later caused me to have severe asthma. That night, when my asthma flared up and my lungs began to fail, I used what little strength I had left to call my husband. He impatiently rebuked me, "Grace, stop bothering me for once. A person who is really dying wouldn't make such a scene. Don't think that I don't know that you're just jealous, trying to compete with Sofia for my attention." I collapsed into the snow, greedily gasping for the final breath of air. Then, everything went still. Later, Raffaello, who never loved me lost his mind. He injected the same virus over and over again into his body, just to feel the pain I once endured. Lorenzo, who refused to acknowledge me, attempted suicide repeatedly, begging fate to trade his life for mine. But, sadly, by then, I no longer loved them.

This book contains explicit adult material, taboo step-relationship themes, and graphic sexual content. If you enjoy some time alone with sizzling dark romance, an age gap and secret love book, look no more, this is the book you seek. Reader discretion is strongly advised.Strictly 18+ ++++ “Are you saying no one’s tasted that sweet, bare pussy you put on display this morning?” he asks. I shake my head. “You didn’t act pure as the driven snow when you spread those thighs to tease me.” “I wasn’t teasing. I would have let you do anything you wanted… Daddy.” The last word is whispered, but it gets the desired reaction. Whatever tether was holding him back snaps. With quick, efficient movements, he grabs the hem of my shirt, then flicks his wrists, pulling it up and off. “You’re going to be a good girl and do exactly as Daddy says, aren’t you?” “Yes, Daddy.” His mouth descends on mine, owning me with his lips and tongue. His hands cup both my breasts, lifting them, testing their weight, kneading them. He spreads his fingers until my nipples pop through his index and middle finger. Then he presses all his fingers together, pinching my nipples. “These tits,” he groans. “These tits have haunted my dreams. They’ve snuck into my fantasies over and over. ++++ Dierdre thought the hardest part of summer would be figuring out how to pay for college. But when her stepdad, Matt, the man who has always been just out of reach, starts to look at her differently, everything changes. Tension simmers into desire, and soon Dierdre is caught in a forbidden game where temptation and danger walk hand in hand. Her Daddy’s Obsession is a scorching, boundary-pushing romance that dares to explore the unspoken.

My fated mate, Alpha Horton, didn't love me. He loved another omega, Chloe. In my past life, Chloe took her own life in despair over him, and Horton was convinced I had driven her to it out of jealousy. He hated me to the bone. Even bound by our mate bond, he refused to touch me. But when a rival pack’s silver bullet flew toward me, he shielded me with his own body. As his life drained away, he wrenched his cold hand from mine, his golden eyes filled with nothing but regret and disgust. "Sienna," he said, "my one regret is not rejecting you from the very beginning." After he died, the pack fell apart. Every member cursed me, screaming about why it wasn't me who died, but their great Alpha. It felt like my heart had turned to ash. I swallowed a vial of liquid silver before his grave. When I opened my eyes, I was back ten years in the past, shortly after we were mated. The cold voice of the Moon Goddess echoed in my mind. "Child, I will give you one more chance. Fulfill the three deepest wishes in Horton's heart, and in exchange for your life, your soul will earn its true freedom." I knew his wishes. To break our mate bond. To be with Chloe. To ensure the survival of the Snow Moon pack. This time, it wasn't too late. The freedom he craved, the woman he loved, the pack he swore to protect. I would give it all to him, using the very life he loathed to do it. But when I granted his every wish, in return, he wept with regret, calling me his only fated mate.

"We are enemies." "That doesn't stop me from possessing you." He breathed and every word he whispered later on sent chills down my spine, "You are mine, Amara. From the pale blonde strands of your hair to your faded nail-polished toes. Every breath you take is mine. Not excluding the freckles dusting your cheeks to the pimples on your face. Your misery is mine, which I shall bring upon you myself. From your giggles to your random nonsensical chatter, I own them! Your darn strawberry moments are mine. Every drop of blood that flows through your veins belongs to me and so does your last breath when I snuff life out of you, watching as your pretty green eyes lose their shine and your heartbeat goes dull beneath my palm." His hand traveled to my neck, fingers lacing around it, and he squeezed a bit, "Who do you belong to?" He asked capturing my ear lobe between his lips and I shivered. "Myself and you can't have me!" I swung my head back and crashed it against his, sending him reeling backward. **************** You have got to let your loved ones know what's happening with you' Amara snow Dardanos learns this the hard way when her perfect world is crushed by a secret she kept away from her family. Orian Wolfe Akanther, one of the leaders of the underworld is given the task of taking the werewolf princess as vengeance for the injustice and treachery done to his kind. The plan was simple, to take her, watch her family and kind crumble beneath his finger tips and then kill her but that plan seems to foil when his nonexistent heart leans towards her and he is at the risk of breaking a blood oath.

Every bonding anniversary, Shawn would bring home a new human girl from the outside—always under the lovely pretense of letting me mentor her on how to serve an Alpha. On our seventh anniversary, he brought back a nightclub girl dressed in a Princess Snow White outfit—cheap satin trembling under the chandelier's light. “She doesn’t have anything appropriate for an occasion like this,” he said casually. “Let her borrow your bonding dress. And the jewelry I gave you last time. As for shoes—what you're wearing now will do.” Then he added, with a trace of irony, “She’s just a young human girl, clueless. Teach her a few things about our world, will you? Especially the part about the bed.” Everyone was waiting for the spectacle—for me to break again, as I always had. And I didn’t disappoint them. I looked at Shawn, my voice steady, and said I wanted a bond-severance. He laughed—short and sharp—and leaned back like he was watching a comedy. “Clara, when are you going to stop with this bond-severance nonsense? I’ve heard it so many times. They’re just human girls, while you are my Luna. How could they ever compare to you?” Then, grinning as if doing me a favor, he added, “Fine. If you really want a bond-severance, I’ll gift you a territory in the south. Consider it a reward for doing your job as my Luna.” The room erupted in laughter. To them, I was ridiculous—greedy, jealous, hysterical. But what they didn’t know was that this was the 365th time I’d asked for a bond-severance. And the first time, I truly meant it. When he found out I wasn’t joking this time, he lost his composure. He searched for me across the world—only after he realized I was no longer where he thought I’d always be.

Behind every forbidden glance or every reckless touch, is a secret too dangerous to resist. From the lecture hall to the royal court, from quiet bedrooms to gilded stages. Dark Seduction lures you into the shadows where lust, power, and obsession collide. These stories unravel desires told to deny, teacher and student, bodyguard and singers, lawyers and client, kings and maids, lovers turned enemies. Some sins are whispered. Others are screamed in the dark and All of them will leave you breathless. Indulge in eleven volumes of forbidden desire, where every chapter is soaked in heat, danger, and surrender. ********************* Isaac Hayes wasn’t just anyone. He was my cousin. My mother’s sister’s son. My forbidden crush. “I just—” My voice faltered, my lips trembling before I forced the truth out. “I just wanna taste you.” His gaze darkened. “You want my cock in your mouth, Snow?” he asked. My lips parted, and I felt my cheeks flame. But the need inside me was too strong. I nodded. Isaac’s mouth crushed against mine again, stealing my breath. I melted into it, whimpering softly as his tongue tangled with mine. His hand slid up threading into my hair until his palm gripped the back of my neck, holding me firmly. His lips lingered on mine for a second, then he pulled back just enough to whisper against them. “Say it.” “Tell me you wanna suck my cock, pretty,” he murmured, his grip tightening, forcing my head to tilt slightly. “I’ll let you.” My lips parted, my voice trembling but soaked with hunger for my cousin's cock. I wanted to choke on his cock so bad. “I… I want to suck your cock, Isaac.” “Good girl,” he rasped, the praise sending heat flooding through me. “On your knees, Snow.”

She froze, breath caught, facing the storm in his delinquent brown eyes. He leaned over her, hands gripping the rail, boxing her in. The air was thick, too heavy to breathe. Her gaze locked on his unwilling, yet unable, to look away. The closer he leaned, the harder her heart pounded. She bit her lip, nerves twitching. No matter how far she ran, he always found her. “Why do you keep chasing me?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice trembled, as if volume might shatter her. He didn’t answer. Silence roared between them. His cold and expressionless never left her face. “Do you like me?” she pressed, ignoring the disinterest in his eyes. She needed something. He gave a soft tut, then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, twirling it lazily. The touch was light, but his closeness made her pulse race. “‘Like’ is a bit heavy, Tinkerbell,” he murmured, voice low and indifferent. The nickname slipped out like smoke, mocking, yet oddly tender. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his heat. Close enough to unravel her. But his eyes stayed dark. Empty. She swallowed hard, unsure what hid behind them. “It’s strange,” he added, voice softer now. “But you’re the first woman I’ve ever aknowledged as a lady, Snow White.” — She was the good girl. Quiet. Overlooked. Her life, a shadow. No warmth. No safety. For a moment, she thought she’d found love, someone who saw her. Someone worth clinging to. But he broke her. When he left, he took her love and her self-worth. She hated herself after that. Then she started to rebuild. And that’s when Zachary Gonzalez appeared. Mysterious. Magnetic. Dangerous. Everything she shouldn’t want.

A blizzard erupted without warning, and the glacial mountains began to collapse. My instinct screamed at me to shift and run, to let my Inner Wolf take over and flee—but it was too late. The storm swept in, laced with a strange silver dust that hung heavy in the air. It was like an invisible chain, binding me tightly, locking away my wolf. Worse still, my strength was nearly gone. As captain of the Silvermoon Patrol, I had been out on the tundra all night. Hours ago, I had fought off a vicious ambush by Rogues, and my body still bore the wounds—deep, bleeding, and far from healed. I could feel it: my wolf energy had been pushed past its limit. Maxin, my Inner Wolf, was silent now, his strength depleted and unresponsive. My limbs were going numb, my body sinking into the snow as the roar of the wind drowned everything else out. But I wasn’t afraid. Because I knew he would come. My boyfriend—the head of the tribe's Search and Rescue Unit—had never failed a mission. I believed with all my heart that he would find me. And yet… he didn’t come himself. He sent a rookie instead, while he went after Daisy, whom he believed had been caught in an avalanche. But Daisy hadn’t been in danger at all. She merely wanted a dramatic way to confess her love to him. Three days later, Xander finally found me, buried deep beneath the frozen layers. He froze at the sight—my body, encased in ice, unmoving. He couldn’t believe it: the fierce, relentless warrior he knew, dead beneath the snow. He reached out to touch me… but the ice cracked. And before he could react, my body slipped into the depths of the glacier, vanishing into the abyss.