Novel & Cerita Jon Snow/sansa Stark Fanfiction

I demanded. He sighed, showing me his phone. “Fine. It would be great if you two talk to each other.” He said. “I had enough of talking to her. Tell her to stop calling, Snow.” I blinked at that. Wait, what? Eion is acting strange. “What? Why-“ Pressing the answer button, I speak up, “Hello? This is Snow, I just want to say that the man you are flirting with is Eion’s girlfriend.” “Oh, hello Snow! Of course, I know that!” The girl from the other line said happily then paused, as if noticing the sudden change of mood, “Wait, am I interrupting something?”

“That you’ve the most gorgeous legs I’ve ever beheld.” “I know what you’re doing, Mathis.” He lifted his head to blink darkly lashed eyes at me. “What?” “You want to break me.” “And then rebuild you in my name.” “I won’t let you destroy me like Kasha destroyed you.” He flinched at that. “I’ve no wish to do that to you.” “Then what?” “Jonas has fallen in love with you.” He admitted. Sliding his body along mine, like a rising serpent. Until he was level with my face. Propping himself on his elbows to toy with my hair with his fingertips. Giving the top of my head a thoughtful study.

and then he gave Lyca a hug. Snow laughed. "I am not! I forgot the date because of what happened with Jaxson and Wesley "She said this while trying to hide her blush. Xavier makes us laugh again. "—Fine! But this is the end... No matter what happens, I won't stop the next time! It doesn't matter to me if you have your period or if someone comes over!" He told her, and then he stole a kiss from her. Lyca was too stunned to say anything... She doesn't know why she agreed and accepted Xavier until now.

If she’s not my mate, then kindly fuck off. I feel you Santiago, I do, but you have yet to meet our Luna, so dancing with a female won’t hurt anybody. As for myself, I feel like getting my grove on. How about you, Nate? Are you going to join us? Sandy is waiting by the vip entrance with her cousin Anne. Nah, I’m not feeling it tonight. Take Jason with you Luca, I’m sure Anne won’t mind. Fine. So how about it, Jason, you up for it?

Melanie had said, "You've always wanted to see the snow in your dad's hometown, right? The colonel says I'll be transferred to the northern military district in six months. When you go to Valmore College, we can go see the snow together and walk through it until we grow old." At the time, I was so moved I almost cried. It was clear now that it was only ever my dream, and mine alone to realize. I stayed by the sea until dawn before finally heading home.

Nathan jerked back, his body tense with conflict. "Nathan, you're still treating me like your real sister? You weren't like this back then." Sarah moved closer, her hand clutching his shirt. "Don't forget I'm not blood-related to the Snow Peak pack." She suddenly lunged forward, pressing her lips against his. "I'm not your real sister. I can be so much more." "Sarah!" Pack Elder Marie's voice cracked through the room like a whip. She stood in the doorway, her face twisted with fury and disgust. "What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?"

And even now, as Snow sits beside me fawning about how Jordan gets her. I drag my eyes across the wall clock. 7PM. I've got an hour to decide to either get this dick or starve. “He doesn't cheat. I can swear on that. He's got a temper but no man's perfect baby,” I stopped listening. My brain works overtime, picturing that tattooed arm, strong chest, his lips and…. “Jenaya…?” Snow's voice puts a halt to my wild thoughts. I snap my eyes to me. “what is it?” Snow asked.

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

I longed to feel it again, but I couldn’t. This wasn’t me. It couldn't be. Not Snow, the very Snow that had the highest number of contracted kills under her belt… The very Snow that would never give a Vampire the courtesy of surviving the night. The very Snow that had taken so many Vampires lives before and never shed a tear, or felt an ounce of guilt. This new Snow, with feelings, and fucking tears? That wasn’t me, it couldn’t be me. In fact it never would be. I couldn’t allow it. “We have arrived at your destination, ma’am.” Jarvis’s voice rang out, tearing me from my thoughts.

Jaxon overlooked Snow’s awkwardness because he was too preoccupied with the plan in his head. “That’s all. Go back to your duties,” Jaxon said abruptly. Snow gradually removed the phone from his ear. His head slowly turned to the right only to find Gia Leonore standing with her arms folded in front of her chest, her eyes narrowing sharply and her mouth thinning, giving her the appearance of an old fox. Very frightening. “Ma’am,” Snow said, grimacing inwardly. Jaxon’s grandmother’s expression indicated that she had overheard the conversation. “What happened to that couple, Snow?” Gia asked, her red eyes flashing.