Names Meaning Snow Novels & Stories

My name was Nicole Smith, and I had just celebrated my 18th birthday. Growing up with strict parents, I have never ventured into the world of dating. While my peers had cycled through boyfriends, I had yet to experience the simple touch of a man's hand. On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith."

After a while, I completely transform into my wolf, Snow. I walked to a little pond to look at myself, it’ll be the first time I’m seeing my wolf. “Wow! Snow you’re beautiful.” I said staring at my reflection. Snow’s fur is as white as snow. “No wonder your name is snow.” Snow did a wolfish grin. “Let’s go for a run.”

Far away in Backwater Ridge, Zoe had no idea that Dylan had fallen into the same depression as in his past life. She made her wish beneath the rows of colorful flags the locals had strung up for good luck—hoping the Xander family would stay safe and healthy. When she opened her eyes, snow had begun to fall. Surrounded by fluttering flags and drifting flakes, Zoe felt a sense of peace she’d never known before. “I come here to make wishes too,” said a gentle voice behind her.

Its people called it ‘Snow’ honoring the original family for creating life into the town. And because of their continuous contribution to the prosperity of ‘Snow’, their name was plastered everywhere in this place. They owned pretty much the whole town. Snow school, Snow hospital, Snow supermarket, Snow anything you can think about. Snow police department, now that sentence is a fucking joke on its own, you can imagine what kind of protecting and serving they were doing. They are the alarm system for when the real police come for a random bust desperately trying; and failing, to stop the smuggling business. The SPD protected the Snows, just like everyone in this town.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

She just held her, “Little Yu, the sun and the snow are two different extremes. When the sun comes out, the snow melts away. It’s okay if this one melts away, I’ll build you more and more the next time it snows again…” “But it won’t be my Little Snowball anymore!” Little Snowball was the name Dongfang Yu gave to the little snowman. It was white and round, like a snowball, so she named it Little Snowball. She remembered that Dongfang Qian thought it was a nice name when she named it! Dongfang Yu thought that the sun was incredibly ruthless, turning the Little Snowball Dongfang Qian built for her into a pool of water. What was left in the end was the scarf that used to be around Little Snowbal

"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."

I also turn my face around to see Ty scolding Aaron while Aaron just smiles at him with a kind of satisfaction. Asher shakes his head and averts his attention back to me. I smile at him and his lips threaten to slightly curl upward. I giggle at him, swinging our hand, and soon he is smiling, shaking his head. "Okay C'mon now, snow. Let's go eat something," I say laughing. "Snow?" He asks. "Yeah, your new nickname. How is it?" I ask resuming our walking. He laughs slightly. "Short for snow prince?" "Yeah," I nod.

"But I was born Morrison, and your great-aunt Patricia was a Morrison, and your grandmother Catherine was a Morrison before she married your grandfather." "So I'm named after three people?" Catherine asked. "Two people," I corrected. "Catherine for my mother and Patricia for my aunt. Your middle name is Patricia." "That's a lot of dead people to be named after," Catherine observed with the bluntness only a ten-year-old could manage. "They were important people," I said. "And they would have loved you." "How do you know?" Catherine asked. "They never met me." "Because I know them and I know you," I said simply. "And you have the best parts of both of them."

“Do you know my name actually means ‘white as snow'? And my wolf’s name means white too.” “Like Snow White?” Percival asked. “Are you a princess too?” Adalaide asked. “Just like me.” “Well, I don’t exactly fit the description. Hair as black as ebony, was it? Skin as white as snow? Oh, and lips as red as blood….” Nivia said, pouting her lips. “Where my parents met, there was a lot of snow. That's why they named me Nivia.” “If you are Snow White, then Dad is Prince Charming.” Percival said.