President Snow Young Novels & Stories

Carrey had a whimsical wish to see snow. Fidelysia was located in the tropics, and there was no snow all year round. In order to please her, the president secretly arranged a grand artificial snowfall. Heavy snow covered the capital of Fidelysia that year. Some people scolded the president for doing ridiculous things for a lover, and some demanded the president's resignation, but more citizens were amazed by the first snow in Fidelysia. In the end, this matter went nowhere, and the president took this opportunity to dismiss some of his political opponents.

we said together, and Stella smiled. James turned eleven and started showing interest in the foundation, asking questions about how we helped companies be more ethical. "Can I help?" he asked one day. "When you're older," Emma promised. "Right now your job is to be a kid." "Being a kid is boring," James complained. "Trust me," I said. "Enjoy it while it lasts." That Christmas Patricia arrived looking healthier than she had in years, and seeing her with the kids made me grateful for every extra day we'd gotten.

It was by far the coldest day in heaven that year, the first snowfall they'd had in centuries. A boy no older than eight was trampling through the fresh powder. "Matt, did you see that!" he called out excitedly to the nearby guard who only gave him a soft chuckle. The boy had built a poor excuse for a snowman, but he was happy nonetheless. He had been training day in and day out since he had turned four. The boy's father pressuring him into a life of royalty and responsibility.

At that moment it started to snow, Rose’s favorite season. It was the first snow. Her favorite day of the year. Rosalie had always loved the snow, but her love for the season grew because the snow had led her to meet Hakeem. They would’ve been in their little cottage, celebrating their first baby together. The snow would’ve been the icing on the cake as they enjoyed each other's company. When Hakeem finally looked at her with trembling lips, unable to speak, her heart broke all over again. But, she knew she’d take the bullet all over again.

Makai sighed and placed the box on Rex's desk before leaving. "A new alpha, wonderful.” Rex said to the now empty room. As hard as he tried to, Rex could never stop himself from getting his hopes up when it cames to the possibility of finding his mate at these Gatherings. The Alpha taking Winter Wolf's place is his son, Tristan King. Rex knew next to nothing about him, but heard that Tristan is nothing like his father.

I had never met a man before who could give me pleasure so intensely, so inhumanely. ​After it was all over, we lay in each other’s arms for a while. The stormy wind outside had calmed down. But when I returned to my apartment by taxi, the trace of excitement faded, and a strange melancholy consumed me. ​As soon as I returned home and closed the door, a piece of white fur rushed to my feet. 'Snow'. My only love, my pampered blue-eyed cat. ​I picked him up. Burying my face in his soft fur, I let out a long sigh. "Mommy had a very big day today, Snow... and she made some serious wrong decisions today," I murmured in a tired voice.

Melanie had said, "You've always wanted to see the snow in your dad's hometown, right? The colonel says I'll be transferred to the northern military district in six months. When you go to Valmore College, we can go see the snow together and walk through it until we grow old." At the time, I was so moved I almost cried. It was clear now that it was only ever my dream, and mine alone to realize. I stayed by the sea until dawn before finally heading home.

Snow pleaded. Lindsey huffed. "How could you do something like this? What could you possibly gain from slandering someone else like that?" "But…" Snow had wanted to say that it was Summer in the video and that Summer had said she was Mason's sister. But when her eyes met Summer's, the rest of her words were caught in her throat. Summer's gaze had been filled with warning and killing intent. Snow came from a very ordinary background, and she had always been top dog among her classmates. To put it bluntly, she was ignorant of the true workings of the world and had never encountered such a terrifying look before.

"Ugh!" Some people nearly threw up watching him. "Commander, how can you eat ashes?" "No matter how upset you are, you can't do that!" The others turned away, unable to watch anymore. Only Ella kept her eyes fixed on his face, watching for his reaction. She was curious too. Were those really the ashes of Ariel's baby? Remi tasted it. That definitely wasn't ash. "It's flour! Not ashes. It's flour!" He raised the urn excitedly and smashed it on the ground. White flour scattered everywhere. The others bent down to smell it and discovered it really was flour.

She had cried so hard in front of their portraits that she nearly passed out. Everything had felt like it was collapsing. Then, through the falling snow, sixteen-year-old Dylan appeared. He was tall and slender in a black coat. His face was cold, but his embrace was warm. He had placed a hand gently over her eyes and whispered in her ear, “Don’t cry. Your parents wouldn’t want that.” Zoe had sobbed, “Dylan… I don’t have a home anymore.” And Dylan had leaned closer, his voice soft as snow. “Even an eagle flying high still has a nest. Wherever I am, that’s your home now. Your parents will be watching over you from above—and I’ll be here to protect you.”