Jon Snow Game Of Thrones Season 1 Novels & Stories

The pregnancy was easier than the first one, no bed rest or early labor scares, and at eight months I delivered a healthy boy we named James Adrian after both our lawyer and his father. "He looks like you," Patricia said, holding him in the hospital. "He looks like a baby," I said, exhausted but happy. "A baby who looks like Adrian," Patricia insisted. At home with two kids under three, life became organized chaos and Adrian and I took turns being the calm one while the other lost it. "I can't find Stella's shoes," Adrian said one morning, searching frantically. "They're in the freezer," I said, feeding James. "Why are they in the freezer?" Adrian asked.

He’d be able to ambush them from afar with minimal effort, but the sound would echo in the empty hallway and he didn’t want to attract anyone before he’d had the chance to see Zoe. Sneaking down the corridor, Jon tried to stay in the shadows as much as possible. His fingers curled around the handle of the blade, sizing up the larger of the two men ahead of him. He had to be quick. Silently taking the final few steps, Jon gripped the salt-and-pepper hair of the larger man, yanking back his head and slicing the blade across his neck in one swift movement. Blood sprayed across the grimy concrete eroding into dirt. Releasing the limp man from his grip, Jon let the burly body slump forward, lungi

When he turns back to face me, my lips tremble, and I stammer out a single word: "Vivaldi." His eyes gleam with amusement as he licks the Hunter's blood from his fingers, raising an eyebrow in a playful waggle. "It is I, Snowboy," he says with a smirk, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar—or in this case, the blood.

What have I managed to do within the first hour of my first day in this school? I slowly walked in. A girl and a guy were standing there in front of Mr. Morris, facing their back to me. The guy had his arms crossed over his chest. Wait! I have seen this green t-shirt somewhere. And Blonde hair! Is he the Snow prince? Yes, he is!

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

“Did ye really believe that a wee thing like ye can kill me?” I open my eyes slowly, and that’s when I see him. At first, I think it’s a trick of my imagination because of how much I’ve been thinking about him all day, but when Julian takes a bit more time to stand up after placing his weapon on the ground, I catch a glimpse of Ethan behind him. He’s soaked in blood, his face, his shirt, and even his hair. Oh, God—has he been shot? Rolan must notice him too because he says, “Ye—”

" So that means we're alone?" " Yeah, and Mira's my babysitter." " Wow, even more interesting...." Darren muttered. I arched my brows at him. " So what are we doing first?" He asked. " We are watching my favorite cartoon. Frozen 2!" Tina exclaimed. I giggled and turned to Darren. " Hey, let me have your phone. I need to tell my parents I won't be coming home early today." " What about yours?" He asked, stretching it towards me.

I watched as he walked through the double doors leading to the delivery rooms. 20 minutes had gone by before a nurse came out. “ Ms. Snow, if you would like to come back.” “ I’m allowed?. Sure, I'll come.” I followed her through the doors and down the hall to Rebecca's room. I opened the door, and there laid Rebecca on the bed watching Ethan hold the baby. “ Wanna hold him?.” Ethan asked. “ Let me wash my hands.” I said, smiling back at him. “ His name is Johnathan Anthony Robins.”

Said Lilliana in a shock, while Anna was looking at her like she was watching horror movie. "Tell me Soph you will never gonna turn dark on us " said Anna. "Hey wait you guys are thinking I am going to turn dark for powers I have ? and then will go on killing innocents without any reasons? What is this game of thrones? Who I am? Daenerys Targaryen ? and who you guys are Sansa Stark, Arya Stark? This is the living nightmare than! "Said Sophia disappointed. "Whoa where you have learned that sarcasm?" asked Anna.

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.