Jonathan Snow White Novels & Stories

Hence, he wanted to slap Snow to death in that instant. However, he was stopped by Alex. “Old Xenos, hold your horses. She’s no longer Mrs. Zimmer, Snow Whitney. Snow Whitney is already dead. He’s now a man called Jayden Fleming.” “A man?” Grant looked at Jayden in shock. It was a woman no matter how he looked! Moreover, he had seen Snow’s appearance without clothes when she bathed. She could not be a man for sure. “This matter is complicated to be explained. Now, you just need to know that he’s our own people!” Alex did not even deign to explain it again.

The cat had odd-eyed eyes, one blue and the other yellow. “Good afternoon, lycan king and his apprentice!” “So you are the king of the cats here?” “Yes, my name is Snowy. I am a female cat, but I am their leader. You must be the red moon girl.” “My name is Jonea Rawling, you can call me Jonea.” “Okay, Jonia. I was just wondering what kind of person this stupid lycan would want to marry.” “Shut up, you ugly cat!” Daran said in annoyance.

Ghost: “Snow, would you marry me? I prepared 9,999 roses for you.” Ryan: “Snow, you are so beautiful. You are my goddess. Look at me, please. Please. I don’t have 9,999 roses, but I will complete instances with you every day. We will beat the bosses at each hour, and I will give you all the good gear. White: “Is the one above me an idiot? Such a beauty likes Snow will only need to wander around on a horse in a pretty costumes. She doesn’t need to compete instances at all. Understand?”

"He will not take kindly to your teasing, and he's one of the few fairies I consider to be a friend." "Okay." I held up my hands in surrender. "I won't call your friend Snow White." "Thank you." "How about Shaun White?" I giggled. "Shaun..." Tiernan frowned. "Isn't he a human athlete?" "A snowboarder, actually," I said. "Kind of a funny coincidence that his name is so close to Snow White." "It's not close to Snow White, it's another name entirely." Tiernan rolled his eyes. "A name which should only be used in reference to him, not Iain."

This time, Shadow turned toward me and allowed me to pet his forehead. "There's someone else I want you to meet." Adam whistled again, the same whistle but a different pitch this time. I heard a lighter neigh and saw a white horse trotting towards us. Its coat was pure white and shone in the sunlight, and its mane was a light blonde color. I could tell the horse had a gentle personality based on how it trotted. The horse stopped next to Shadow in front of Adam. "This is Snowflake. She's Shadow's girlfriend; we used her for trail riding, but not anymore."

I stood in awe, over looking the pack house lawn it was a blanket of snow. The snow was still falling taking over evey peice of landscape. It really was a winter wonderland, and actual white Christmas. Christmas really was a human thing, but I think all of us wolves enjoyed the fun of it to and all of the festivities. I felt arms snake around my waste as Felixs coffee scent invaded my senses. I felt his lips on my neck where my mating mark would go making me closing my eyes letting a moan escape me. "Good morning little mate, and Merry Christmas."

Adam and Kai ran quickly to help him, and the others ran after the person who did it. In the meantime, Xavier goes up to Lyca. "... For now, let's not tell anyone who you are. What happened to Wesley needs to be found out "His cold eyes looked straight at Wesley. And Snow just doesn't get it... She thought the core of the pack was good, but why did she get the sense that Xavier didn't care? "Thank you for caring, but I can make my own decision..." Lyca gives a firm answer. ————-

EMMA I woke up to find Adrian's side of the bed already empty, which was a big relief. Downstairs, Helen was waiting in the foyer with a clipboard and three people standing behind her. "Ms. Ashford, good morning. I wanted to introduce the additional staff who'll be assisting with the holiday preparations and your business needs," Helen said, gesturing to the woman on her left. "This is Sophia Reyes, she'll be coordinating the company's Christmas gala here at the estate."

With that, she quickly returned to her office to work on my unfinished report. Feeling too restless to sit any longer, I got up from my chair. I walked over to the window, looking out at the world but not really seeing anything, lost once again in my thoughts. Ten minutes later, Mr. Snow stepped out of his office, a bag in hand. Today, he had cast aside his usual business attire for a more casual look. He was clad in a cozy charcoal-grey cable knit sweater that contrasted with his blonde hair, paired with dark wash jeans and sturdy black boots. A thick navy-blue coat was draped over his arm, ready for the biting mountain cold that awaited us.

"Who do you think you are?! You need to get your eyes checked." As he looked down at his coat smeared with foundation, Jonathan’s displeasure was evident. "I think your eyes are the ones that need checking. There's plenty of space on this wide road, yet you still managed to bump into me." Ava was prepared to fire back with a sharp retort but was promptly stopped by her assistant. "Please, don't act impulsively. That's Jonathan Whitman, the heir of the renowned Whitman family in Docwood City." Calvin had brought this assistant to Docwood previously to work as a jewelry designer and assist Ava with her tasks.