Novel & Cerita Jon Snow Wakes Up In The Past Fanfiction

Would they accept this situation? Lewis continued to ignore Conrad with his eyes still closed. Conrad sighed and fell silent. He continued to drive through the rain-sprinkled night. The car soon disappeared into the darkness. In a certain room, Josephine woke up from a long and dark slumber. She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the snowy white ceiling. She couldn't tell whether she was dead or not. Her memories were still stuck in the heavy snow, but she wasn't at Styx Mansion.

Why couldn’t I remember this moment of kindness in the sea of disdain? The dream twisted, the shaking form of that child twisting and mutating into a towering, powerful being. Me? At the height of my strength. Tall, fierce, strong. I looked like him. Alpha Snow. The dream version of me locked eyes with me as if she could see through the smoke and haze of the dream and vision. Into me. Into the present. And she smiled. Confidently. Strong hands latched on my shoulders and shook me until my eyes snapped open and the dream faded. Gabe's terrified face hovered above me, sweat dotting his brow.

I could bet my right eye that she was doing this on purpose, reminding me just how serious she was about my death being an extremely painful yet fast one if the mate bond wasn't acknowledged right after the snowfall. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that Danica sees the snowfall and another desperate wish of hers gets fulfilled. Jasmine prepared the bath as Blake had instructed but I sent her off right after that. I couldn't let her see me squinting and growling from the pain the goddess decided to put me through. It didn't stop me from dressing up to head towards the Graysons. I was barely at a hidden distance, close enough to see anyone walking out of the mansion yet far enough to ne

The atmosphere inside the cave grew strange and tense. Clover asked anxiously, "Rowan, are you okay?" Her words seemed to snap everyone out of their stupor. They rushed to check on me, and a few even stripped off their own layers to drape over me, as if worried I wasn't warm enough. I let out a soft laugh. "At a time like this, you can stop pretending. You were the ones who threw me into the snow." Everyone lowered their heads in unison. Iris clenched her fists. "Mr. Vale, you were thrown into the snow by these people?"

Her vision was turning red. “Help…” she gasped, barely louder than a whisper. Dylan glanced at her once, his expression unreadable, then slammed the door and drove off into the snow. Zoe lay trembling on the ground, tears streaming down her face as the car vanished into the blizzard. And then—everything went black. * In her haze, Zoe began to dream. She was fifteen again. It was the day of her parents’ funeral. The snow was heavy, blanketing the world in white. She had cried so hard in front of their portraits that she nearly passed out.

I suddenly opened my eyes and pressed my chest. The sound of my heart pounding exploded in my ears. During my previous life, Until the moment I died, Rick Duncan still had a disgusted look on his face. The memories of my previous life caused my heart to ache. I felt like I was overwhelmed with pain. The laughter of Rick and Jennifer Frost came from downstairs. "Rick, you're so annoying. I can't believe you're not willing to come to the art exhibition with me!"

Junnie walked towards King Jonny as she said softly giving a smile-" Don't worry sir, I am sure, she is going to be just fine. I know she is very strong and surely she will overcome this too." King Jonny smiled and patted her head before nodding. Queen Harney said-" come children, I will show you your rooms, take a rest and then you can meet her"We nodded as we followed her. Time skips to the evening when we finally gathered in her bedroom. We saw her as she was lying unconscious. My eyes weren't moving from her for even a second. Her pale skin and her fallen hairs were making her look like an angel sleeping peacefully. She was looking very beautiful that my heart skips a beat. I was lost in

“I’m going to fuck you right here on the table.” And, Lord have mercy, he does. “Hey, Mother.” Jon sits up, pulling the blankets down with him. After breakfast, sex, and a shower, we got back into bed and passed out. “Yeah, I just woke up.” He pauses. “No, I’m not sick again. Just tired from working night shifts all week.” I’m half asleep and don’t want to move, but I’m cold. I wiggle closer to Jon and he lays back down, wrapping his arm around me.

I really missed it. After I heard that Snow had woken up from her coma, I flew back from Sweden immediately. I was exhausted but I didn't care. I cared that she was alive and I wanted to see her. I stayed in her room the entire night and found myself asleep. When I woke up, she was sleeping peacefully. Not wanting to wake her, I kissed her hand and left. I don't know why I did that, but I did. I felt good about it.

After a rest, Jiang Shu immediately resumed her shrewd and capable agent look and responded to the media and fans' questioning. It snowed heavily in the evening, and the flying snowflakes seemed to bury everything and never stopped. Jane was drowsy. After waking up, she fell asleep again and again. It was only three days later that she finally regained some consciousness. She turned her head and looked out of the window. Snowflakes were flying, and a thick layer had accumulated on the windowsill. She blinked, lifted the quilt, and walked out of the ward like a zombie... In the intensive care unit.