Jonathan Snow White Novels & Stories

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

I jolt waking from a terrible dream. I was fighting with dragons, lots of them. One of them was Cal. They were attacking my little white friend. I had to give him a name, so I named him Snow, since that’s what he looks like. It’s kind of girlie, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I look around quickly, trying to see if he’s near me. Once again, we’re up at the top of a mountain. Snow is wrapped around me. My quick movements disturbing his sleep.

(Jacob) I was enjoying my walk with snow and I didn't want it to end but it was getting late and I could tell he was tired as he was slowing down a bit but he wasn't giving up because I could tell he wanted to be in control so he could spend as much time as he could with me and I felt honored because of it. I stopped and took in snow's appearance. He is really beautiful with fur as white as snow and green eyes. Boy was I lucky or what?

one hunter muttered to the others. “Break the door down! Anyone unholy could be hiding inside!” the leader barked and teo hunters stepped forward to kick it open— Creak. The door opened softly, revealing Snow wearing the white t-shirt and shorts Logan had lent her earlier. “Can I help you?” she asked calmly. The hunters froze. They had never seen a human this beautiful—her pale skin and colored eyes made her look supernatural. “Sorry, did anyone pass by?” the leader asked after ogling for a while

“Hi, I believe you know me already,” Snow said, winking at me. She must be the life of the group with how quirky and bubbly she has been. She has been entertaining all of us since earlier. She has hazel eyes and chocolate brown hair and a petite frame. She’s the smallest of the women. “This is my husband. Eion Hudson. We are both half Filipino half American, in case you wonder.” The handsome man with jet-black hair and emerald eyes beside him nodded his head in silence and kissed her on the forehead.

I calm myself down and try again, “I know how you’re feeling sir. Let me-’’ “You don't know how I feel! You know nothing!” he shouts impatiently. My eardrums hurt. “I am not Jon Snow,” I whisper sarcastically. “What?” “I said it’ll snow soon. So let me take care of it for you and then you can finally buy that shovel,” I say instead with a soothing voice.

Carolina at the University of Chapel Hill hospital she was nurse that was just returning from Germany from helping the Military with the nurse shortage He name was Snow she was 18 she was a witch werewolf and she was beautiful she had not found her mate yet that why she had went to help with the war efforts I hope of finding her mate but when she didn’t and the war ended she returned home to her pack and coven and went to work at the hospital as we nurse my father had someone who would get him blood bags from the blood bank and he bumped in your grandmother he thought she was beautiful she wasn’t interested in him because he was not only a vampire but the vampire that cursed her family tr

Snowy-White was greeted by a Black maid named Dulli, Dulli says "I hope you enjoy your stay! Would you like something?" Dulli's Skin: Medium brown Dulli's Hair: Short, wavy, dark brown Dulli's Eyes: Hazel, large Dulli's Height: Very tall Dulli's Weight: Quite muscular Dulli's Build: Average Snowy-White paid her & says "Go home."😎 Dulli replies "Of course!" With glee, more glee than ever & went home to her family! Dulli would love to go home!

She recovered almost immediately after. "Gigi, I know that I made a mistake. Please give me another chance, alright?" Jonathan's voice was hoarse and humble. He even sounded faintly choked up. He kneeled in a snowy pile as the chilly wind ate away at him. But Jonathan himself did not seem to notice. The seconds ticked by. In just two minutes, there was already a layer of snowflakes piled up on Jonathan's frame. They were on his hair, lashes, shoulders, and his clothes.

The forest had always been quiet in winter. Snow lay thick across the ground and clung to the low branches like white fur. The air itself felt clean and sharp, the kind of cold that made every breath visible. In a small clearing stood a cabin of dark wood, smoke rising thin from the chimney. Inside, a young woman named Snow sat near the fire. She was twenty years old and almost painfully beautiful. Her skin was the purest white, as if the snow outside had settled into her flesh and refused to leave. Her hair was black as wet earth.