Jonathan Snow White Novels & Stories

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.

The snows were already piling up and everywhere was the color white, people were already putting up snowmen in front of their houses but Anna was waiting for Jason to come back because he promised that they will build theirs together which their parents seemed less concerned with, after all, they have been doing that since they were kids. Anna was clearing the snows in their front yard, her father had told her to leave it and that he will handle it once he gets back, but she had been so bored at home with nothing to do and so decided to do it and pass the time, besides if she doesn't do it, it will be hard for her parents to pull into the driveway "my, my, what a feisty tigress" she heard an

"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.

Bianca and Gunnar went behind the trees to remove their clothes and shift when they got outside. Bianca had seen Conan the day Omar planned to attack Last Moon. This would be the first time he and Gunnar saw Jenna. After shifting, Jenna stepped out of the trees, shyly looking at the large black wolf in front of her. Conan couldn't believe his eyes. Jenna wasn't your normal brown wolf like he'd expected. She was snow white with dark grey paws, tail, and ears. He'd never seen such a beautiful wolf.

I close my eyes for a moment as Jonas trails after Fire moon, listening to his raspy voice as he says, “You should call me Jonas. That is my actual name you know.” I wait for a minute or two before following, needing a moment of solitude to sort out my thoughts. Or at least to try. Nothing seems clear where he is concerned. I had felt such a rush of relief when I had found out that he is not part of the plan to kill us, if he happens to be truthful my little Alpha. Jonas. His name is Jonas. Jonas Whitepaw. And I am not lusting after someone who wants to kill me. ‘Really ? Are you sure ?’ Cerberus chuckles.

Was she trying to trap him with that question? “Snow looked attractive in that outfit, but I think you will look even more stunning if you are dressed in the same outfit, too!” he said. “Hehe, what a sweet talker!” Winifred laughed and shifted her attention back onto Snow on stage. Honestly speaking, even a woman like Winifred was attracted to Snow’s portrayal of Agnes White, the main protagonist in the movie. Over on the other end of the VIP section, a man seemingly in his thirties, who wore a black coat and a pair of sunglasses, stared intently at Snow.

"That's right." "You expect a specific answer, but there are several, and all of them depend on you." My throat went dry. What was that supposed to mean? He considered me intently for a long time until I almost believed he had fallen asleep with his eyes open. "Snow White. Vampire. The daughter of an elf and a human. You're fated to bring - " "Hold on." I carefully moved closer to Abernathy, so I had a perfect view of his giant mouth. "My mother wasn't an elf."

"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."

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 cut him down, furrowing my eyebrows. He chuckled looking at me. "Yeah..I decided to call you snow white since you called me Snow prince yesterday, remember? And you kinda look like snow white with those brown eyes, red lips and short dark hair. The difference is only snow white was beautiful." I glared at him causing his grin to widen. "So yeah Snow White, you are gonna behave nicely to me today, just like a friend. And I'll also be nice to you," his grin didn’t disappear yet. I wanted to slap his face. But I controlled myself.