Novel & Cerita Jon Snow Fic

He settled on the couch and, although it was only a little after noon, he found that his eyelids seemed to close of their own accord as he drifted into his subconscious. He was standing before them again, but this time he was slightly better dressed for the occasion. The woman and her wolf carried a burden of snow over their shoulders and lay huddled together. Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead.

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.

Then, I saw a white weasel stepping on Josephine's face, and biting her nose. It was Snow! She was supposed to be with Will! Why is she here? I thought to myself. Josephine started to scream in pain at the top of her lungs. "No! Snow! Don't bite! Come down right now!" I said. Snow turned her head back and looked at me with her big round eyes. "But she wanted to hurt you!" She said with a grievance. "Come here!" I raised my voice. Snow got off Josephine's face and jumped on my shoulder, wrapping around my neck.

Snow is the first woman to join us so I guess he must be thinking what to do with her. What could he possibly do? "Who got you pregnant?"Boss asked her ,as he stared squarely at her face and Snow was even more confused as she furrowed her brows. "What are you talking about? "She asked the boss she was obviously the only woman who was here except the Doctor who was shaking with fear as she stood by the side as Snow and the boss spoke. "You collapsed on the mission and the doctor examined you and said she is pregnant….so who is the Father Snow?... The question is how did this even happen? What were you thinking?" The boss asked and Snow burst out laughing but she thought this was a joke.

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.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Mr. Fowler.” Greg Fowler dismissed it. “I did that out of selfishness. I noticed my business picking up since you started working in the store.” Layla carried Caleb in his arms and walked past the store while I was chatting and laughing with Greg. Greg nudged my shoulders and asked me softly who the child was. “I saw your fiancee carrying him several times. A man was with her too during the first few times. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and didn’t look like a nice guy! Zayn, you must be careful and stop him from snatching your fiancee.”

Could I catch a glimpse of the future beyond this struggle and the heavy weight of fear? The scene was chaos incarnate—a swirling storm of fur, teeth, and blood against the stark white snow that seemed too pure to host such brutality. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing a plea for the bears, those noble beasts who fought valiantly but were outmatched. A primal part of me wanted to leap into the fight, to howl alongside them, but reality pulled my fragile frame back. I was just Winter, a small girl with fluttering muscles and nascent magic buried deep within my soul, waiting to be uncovered, as mysterious as the depths of the wintry woods surrounding me.

Christmas Eve Eight Months Later “Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!” I shout at the boys but Wilder and Wyatt both laugh. “I think it should count.” Ricky says, teaming up with the guys against me. “Ricky.. It's not too late for me to call Santa and tell him that you've been a horrible kid, not to bring you any gifts.” I tell him with a wink and he laughs, throwing up his hands. The twins laugh at him, teasing him about getting coal.

My mate accepted me, and I'm going to accept her. "I, Blake Conners of the Snowstorm Pack, accept you, Winter Stevens of the Snowstorm Pack as my mate and Luna." As I finished my part in accepting Winter, she crashed her lips down on mine. Her perfect nipples hard against my chest and her pussy dripping her sweet juices down her leg and onto me. I grabbed Winter by the hips and gently lifted her up setting her down on my cock.

I told my mom, and it was a mistake. "Aren't you related to Mrs. Norris?" my mother asked curiously. "Well, looking at your features, you don't resemble her family." Mom laughed, and Snow nodded somewhat amusedly. "No, I really look like my father," Snow said. "Who is he? Is he a guardian? Because I swear, I know them all, and your features don't look familiar at all," Mom said calmly. "He was from outside the herd," Snow said. "My name is Snow Blake."