Jon Snow Fic Novels & Stories

I asked getting inside then making my self at home " why you gotta act like you've known snow for a long time? - she ain't nothing but fake -" " why do you hate her so much? - look you know I'm not with all that beef nonsense that's not me. I don't like working with people that got beef with each other, tell me what your problem is with her then maybe I can step back a little from her" I said well I've gotten so close to chris that I'm willing to not talk to snow for him " you such a darling you know that, but I just don't like the girl, some is off with her - but since I see you luv me so much to cut her off girl I'm willing to atleast try to not kill her after that lil baby she having is b

He replied, “I don’t wanna go out. It’s cold. The hotel is warm and more comfortable.” “You don’t like watching the snow anymore?” “I do, but it’s too cold.” Having lived in Wiltspoon, which had relatively warmer winters, Sonny had been ecstatic when he first saw snow in Jensburg. However, the cold soon ate away his excitement.

I calm myself down and try again, “I know how you’re feeling sir. Let me-’’ “You don't know how I feel! You know nothing!” he shouts impatiently. My eardrums hurt. “I am not Jon Snow,” I whisper sarcastically. “What?” “I said it’ll snow soon. So let me take care of it for you and then you can finally buy that shovel,” I say instead with a soothing voice.

), 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.

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

I can clearly hear the twins jeering at me. “The alpha’s son is such a baby.” I clench my fist and stifle a growl as Alpha Damian starts talking again. “You look like you’re already getting cold so...” he slows down talking as he kicks off his shoes and removes his socks and pants. “I’m going to go get your bag and anything near it, bring it back here to you, then go back out and toss the rest to you. It usually snows more than it rains in the winter but so far this winter has been mild. It’s rained hard for the last week and this is a low spot near the training grounds. Anything that has sunk to the bottom that I don’t feel will turn up once the water dries up. I’ll make sure it gets back t

,I snuck a cookie. "hello Jonathan ",I freeze cookie halfway to my mouth as a voice I haven't heard in years spoke. "hello Scarlett, I watched Kat look up in question, why are you calling",she sighed. "I'm calling because I need a pack to go to for awhile, my spidey senses went off and before I could stop myself I was agreeing, I have a pup and the dad left us",Fury snorted she is obviously lying.

He opened his eyes slowly to see me. He stared at me with a furrowed brow, he groaned in pain. He was going through pain. "I apologize for coming here unannounced," I said and he sighed. "I'm Nova Frost, the daughter of Denzel Frost the Alpha of the Snowcap pack who died seven years ago," His eyes widened in shock when I said that. I understand that he was surprised to see Denzel's daughter in his palace. Not just his palace but his room. "Denzel's daughter?" He muttered and I nodded. "How did you get here?" He managed to ask.

Her father’s voice. Verena froze, claws still poised above the rogue’s throat. Slowly, her head turned toward the snow. Figures emerged, wolves and men both, stepping out from the pale horizon. Their presence was undeniable, their eyes sharp, their bodies tensed with recognition and suspicion. She released the rogue, letting it collapse, and rose to her full, imposing height. Step by step, she crossed into the snow’s edge. The black sheen of her fur shimmered under the pale light, shifting strand by strand into radiant silver as though the moon itself painted her.

Liora would find him staring at a carving on the wall, a bird Ronan had made, with a look of deep confusion. "Did I make this?" he'd asked her yesterday. "No, my love," she'd said softly, her heart cracking a little more. "Ronan did." He'd just nodded, but the frustration in his eyes was a living thing. On the fourth day, the snow stopped. The sun came out, brilliant and cold, turning the world into a blinding field of diamonds. It was beautiful, and it felt like a lie. "We need to check the snares," Ronan said, pulling on his heavy boots. "Might be something under all this, if the wolves haven't gotten it first."