Jon Snow Fic Novels & Stories

Then she scooped up snow and retaliated. A full-blown snowball war erupted in the middle of a gunfight scene. Sebastian sighed. “This is exactly why Christmas is a mistake.” “You’re not having fun,” Nyra said, ducking another snowball. “I am not supposed to enjoy this,” he grumbled. “You are,” she replied simply. By mid-afternoon, the attackers had scattered—or at least retreated far enough. The snow was trampled, everyone was wet, and Noelle had somehow created a small snow fort. Sebastian, exhausted, sat inside it with Nyra crouched opposite him.

Jonah barrels in behind me, laughing like a maniac, and Cal brings up the rear, kicking the door closed with one boot while the wind howls like it’s personally offended. “Jesus CHRIST it’s cold enough to freeze my balls off!” Jonah yells, shaking snow out of his dark curls like a dog. “Mia, your lips are literally blue. That’s hot. Terrifying, but hot.” “Speak for yourself, pretty boy,” I pant, dropping my bag and hopping around trying to peel off my soaked mittens. “I can’t feel my thighs. I think they died out there.” Cal snorts, already yanking his beanie off and revealing that blond bed-head that makes him look like a very sexy Viking. “You two are dramatic. It’s just snow.”

I laugh at snow's childish way of asking compensation. "why the Fuck ae you smile mute, said anything funny to you?"caspien demanded shoving me more into the wall . I. then remembered that they couldn't hear my mind link with snow.Just the thought of letting snow out to tear him limb from limb made my smirk deepen as a confused grin on his face.

On New Year’s Eve, Kian Newman never came home. Instead, he had someone deliver a container of frozen ravioli and sent me a single message: "Stay safe this year." I had barely locked the screen when a photo popped up in the company group chat. Isabel Wilkinson, Kian's assistant, had posted it. It was a lavish holiday dinner spread across the table, every dish clearly homemade. The caption read: "Someone spent all day cooking so I could have a taste of home. Love you."

As for those who only want to enjoy the fruits of others’ labor, I don’t blame you. The fake innocence practically seeped through the screen. I stared at my phone and chuckled. I was already preparing to release the recording I had. However, Peter reached over and stopped me. “Not yet. If you release it now, they’ll just say it’s edited. Let the story build for a while longer.” “How much longer will that be?” I asked. “Once Ethan realizes that the ‘true love’ he believes in is nothing but a complete lie.” His gaze darkened slightly as he continued, “I’ve had someone look into Jane. Tell me, why would a supposedly innocent girl who grew up in the mountains have so many bot accounts online?”

The cold wind and snow pellets stung my face, freezing my bones. I walked aimlessly through the snowy night. My phone rang non‑stop—Enzo demanding I come back to the apartment. I didn’t answer a single one. When I reached a small park, I realized I was barefoot. I’d lost my shoes somewhere. My soles were cut and bleeding from bits of ice. I sat on a park bench, clutching that unraveled red yarn, and sobbed. Later, in my therapist’s office, when I said “You can all pretend I’m dead,” I couldn’t help but laugh.

As a young wolf so far from home and everyone I had known, just one familiar face would have helped. Now that we are in close proximity to The Blue Moon Bar and Grill, we stop. ‘Go into the bar and see if Canagan is working tonight. You should be able to smell him Jonas, I am of his blood. Check if Blake or Bleiz are there, I don’t want to fight.’ Jonas shifts into his human form and keeps to the shadows of the forest he circles the car park. He searches for a car that might hold some clothes to wear. I see him sneak up to an old, red family wagon and try the driver’s door, it squeaks open. Jonas slips inside and reappears a few minutes later dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt, with sneaker

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. *********

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?

Alora slowly relaxed her nerves and let Snow out. Snow laid there for hours, without saying a word, her eyes wide staring at the moon with passion as though it spoke to her. As the day became darker her eyes grew wider as the moon became brighter, the hours fell so fast that she didn’t know when the clock strikes twelve. Yennefer, Aiden, Marshal, Liam and Alora’s parents walked out to catch Alora gawking at the moon. “Is she okay??.” Alora’s mother asked. “That’s Snow!, her wolf side!.The full moon is like a spell to her!.If I am right this is her first Moon shower since she became a Lycan .” Yennefer explained to Winfred, Alora’s mother.