Jon Snow Hot Novels & Stories

My forehead splits open, blood streaming down. At that moment, Sona opens his eyes. His golden eyes shine like torches in the darkness. He clenches his tiny fists. “Dad! Why are you hurting Mom? You said she is our queen!” Clone Sophia raises her claws toward Sona. “Dear Sona, your father is asleep now. I am your new mother. Come with me to that cave in the Himalayas.” Sona stands on the bed. A golden aura begins to radiate from his body, dimming the violet glow.

But his body is warm. “No, no it's not about Kaar. I didn't see him.” My voice trembles as I shiver, rubbing my arms and looking around. “Where's Snowie?” I ask. “With Noah. He's making dinner,” Jaxon answers and then he grabs my face, his body hard, “What was the dream about, doll?” His hot breath warms up my face. I breathe too, but mine is cold.

I am strong, I whispered to myself silently as I forced back the tears that was almost falling off a moment ago. I wasn't a cry baby, I do not cry. I am strong. I am Snow, and I do not melt. Not now, not ever. I'm so glad I have these loving and caring souls as friends and I always feel grateful to God for sending these kind of special people my way. I wonder what I'd do without them, I'd probably die of loneliness and lack of friends to talk to. I smiled softly when I felt Christie's fingers grazed my scalp lightly before running up and down my back as she silently comforted me. I suddenly felt really soothed from these gestures.

Jason Snow looked at the sky as his mother drove on the long and empty highway. The 16 year old boy wore a black and blue jacket with gray trousers his ash blonde hair spiky hair added a unique take to his fair skin, he also had bright Blue eyes making him look friendly. "Mom are we there yet?" The boy asked tired of staring at sky from their convertible car.

A reporter asked, “Director Snow, your son, Rodney Snow, spent last night with Freya Lynch. Have you heard about it?” Jason said, “I have, but this is nothing. Freya is my son’s fiancee from the start.” “What? But didn’t Rodney propose to Sarah Neeson just a few days ago? Sarah is his real fiancee.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

Snow, dressed in a tailored suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, had an imposing aura that made everyone subconsciously go quiet. Except for Chad, who pouted and looked aggrieved. "Honey, here you are. I'm so mad. This guy pretended to be your husband and even hit me…" Snow's stern expression immediately softened, and she threw herself into his arms with affection, "Don't be scared." Snow's eyes lingered on my face for two seconds before she said coldly, "Jesse, you're causing trouble as soon as you return to the country. Have I been too lenient with you?"

Jonathan softly smiled then added, "I'm... going to make sure that I will marry you someday... and that on a cold snowy day like this, I'll give you all my warmth." "Every winter?" Stefani asked, her big deer eyes looking more adorably as she stared at Jonathan with visible joy and excitement. "Every winter," Jonathan answered. Both smiled at each other as they then shared a very warm hug, the innocent and pure love radiating to their young hearts. That night, indeed, the snow began to fall. Winter has finally begun. "Ah, Nini, you're here," Jane greeted the little girl. "Yes, big sister! Stef ish here!" Stefani flashed her few teeth.

“You do not know me. I know everything about you. I know your face. Your scent. Your habits. I know the bridge. I know Savannah Reed.” At that, every wolf in the room stiffened. Savannah's heart stopped. Grayson's voice hardened. “I know Noah existed.” The entire room froze. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Dominic slowly stood. "What?" Savannah went pale. Noah. Their son. Grayson had only learned about him. But not too deep knowledge about him. Grayson kept reading.

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.