President Snow Young Novels & Stories

"I heard that Mr. Abbott went to Snowpeak Hills for business and got caught in an avalanche on his way back. We haven't heard back from him since!" "Is that for real? Then, what are we supposed to do? I heard that it was snowing very badly at Snowpeak Hills this year. Wouldn't an avalanche mean that his chance of survival is very slim?" "It's for real! I overheard Ms. Garcia talking to Mr. Abbott's secretary, Terrence Dudley, about it on the phone. They've already sent rescuers to find him, but it's still snowing very heavily on the mountains, and the rescue team doesn't dare to head in. We don't even know if they'll even be able to find Mr. Abbott!"

Tobias buried it into the top corner—a 3-2 victory. The final horn sounded, a roar tearing through the building as the boys flooded the ice to celebrate. Down on the promenade, Mireille and I were gathering our clipboards and laptop bags to head down to the locker room. A few paces behind us, Skye, whose left cheek was still visibly swollen like a puffed-up pastry, was trailing toward the concourse exit alongside the exiting crowd, muttering furiously into her phone. As we rounded the turn toward the main exit corridor, a strange, sharp smell hit the back of my throat, something heavy, like kerosene mixed with burning rubber.

Inevitable as snow. ~~~

She then said in an emotionless voice, "Hmm, it looks pretty dumb." This time, General Valencia couldn't really stifle his laugh. So he laughed while holding his stomach. His scary expression was nowhere to be seen. "Honestly, it was the first time Snowy acted like that. It was really haughty and arrogant. It did not even want people touching it. It is pretty aggressive. But surprisingly or not, it likes you a lot." When he finished laughing, he then said those. Frost wanted to doubt her Uncle's words. She couldn't imagine the dumb beast being arrogant. It just doesn't suit it. "Do you want to know the story of Snowy?"

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.

Some Snow's fans, who had also seen the confrontation between the two the other day, said that they could not accept a lunatic like Snow. Even if Snow was trying hard to save his image now, nothing would help. Yvana's focus was not on Snow at all. When she saw Snow shake her head, she knew Snow was fine. She then mysteriously leaned closer to Snow's face and asked softly, "Your pink diamond hasn't been found yet. Have you found out who stole it?"

"Big Brother Tyr appeared at the critical moment, and then..." Snow was cautious with her words at this point, some words were right at the tip of her tongue, yet she wasn't sure how to form those words into a sentence. "What next, Little Snow. Say it. "Where is Tyr? How is he?" Snow took a deep breath and said, "Big Brother Tyr seems to be fine now, he... he had all those people killed!"

I feel like I'm losing my consciousness. “Hi,” Pierce greeted Snow nervously. He was kneeling in front of her while she’s staring at his face. I gasped as I watched them. Snow looked exactly like me, so I doubt is Pierce would think that she’s his daughter. However, I trust instinct more than facts that could be manipulated. “I’m Pierce. Your name is…Snow, am I right?” Snow’s eyes widened. “You know me? Are you my mommy’s friend?” Pierce chuckled and nodded. “Yes.”

"This is Keira." She turned back to the crowd, her voice—Clara’s voice—rising with unwavering strength. "Does this innocent child deserve to die?" No one spoke. No one moved. Snow exhaled shakily, her fingers pressing over her still flat stomach as she stood to her full height. "I am carrying the heir of the King. Does your future ruler also deserve to die?" A collective gasp rippled through the gathered wolves. Shock. Suspicion. A few murmurs of disbelief.

Maybe Snow’s father could help. “Can I meet you father?” Snow looked taken aback. “Is that okay? You’re Stephen Quinn, and my father is just…” Stephen stopped her and explained, “I’ve decided. You can make the arrangement for us to meet.” “This is great!” Snow quickly thanked him. “Thank you!” “You’re welcome.” He added, “I’m not any older than you. You can speak to me like a friend.” Snow sat back down with a blush on her face. “Alright, Stephen.”