President Snow Young Novels & Stories

Obviously, the Snow King would be Justin. But it wasn’t. “And the Snow King… Is our new student, Eli Johnson!” the dean announced. The crowd went silent. Somehow, this new transfer student managed to be voted as the Snow King, but his girlfriend hadn’t been voted as Snow King. I saw the crowd part as he sheepishly walked up to the stage, tall and lanky, and walked up the steps. Meanwhile, his girlfriend glared up at me from the crowd. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help but wonder if she had planned on being the dance royalty with him, but my friends’ lighthearted prank had voted her out. It certainly seemed that way, judging from the angry stare she gave me.

As Winter had mentioned, her younger sister Snowy was only 18 years old this year, having just reached adulthood. By the time she came of age, Snowy had grown quite tall. She moved with grace and had a slender build, with a hint of arrogance in her expression that seemed to create a barrier between her and others. Gideon's initial impression of Snowy was that she exuded a frosty aloofness. Similarly, Winter seemed cold and aloof as well. However, that was merely a facade. In reality, Winter possessed a gentle nature. However, Snowy stood out from the rest. Even though it was only their first encounter, Gideon was convinced that her icy arrogance was ingrained in her very being. She carried h

Lacey tells him, before she turns around once more to check on the children. Sunny is staring out the window in delight, seemingly mesmerized by the fat flakes of falling snow. Jack is playing his hand held gaming console once more, but he too keeps casting furtive glances out his window at the snow. Both children love the snow. Sunny finds it magical, how fluffy it looks and how it sparkles in the light. Jack just likes throwing snowballs at people and piling the fresh powder up to make forts or snowmen.

She said her husband send her here, but I saw Drey's car down the building! I don't want her to think that I care too much, so I just let her think that I believe her. After all, I know that Drey is doing his best to get her back. And me preying is not a good thing specially that Seg think we have something or we're in a relationship! It's cringe! Snow is sleeping with her hair all over her face and mouth slightly open. Segundina is hugging a pillow and her hair is messy too. The kids is sleeping in the other side of the bed, I went near them and fix their comforter, I fix the girls, Snow groaned so I told her to sleep more.

"I mean why did you allow him to barge into my office?" "Do you mean Mr. Snowman?" "Who else?" I asked. I didn't mean to be rude but she was seriously getting on my nerves. We have protocols in this organization but she ignored everything. "Ehhhh...he is the President of SnowShaw Incorporated so I…." I didn't hear the rest of whatever she was saying as I began to feel the heat all over considering the name she just mentioned. SnowShaw. Of course, it means Mark Snowman and Tilda Shaw. They finally merged their companies and he was made president which meant he runs an empire.

Another gaze from his deep eyes, and I watched as he drops the cigarette in the floor, stepping on it like he pours all of his thoughts at that movement. Suddenly, his eyes returned to my questioning gaze. “You’re young-“ “And you’re not that old either,” I pointed out. He nodded and close his eyes, agreeing for what I said. He’s only 27 and the 6 years gap is not that much. He exhales for a moment before he continues. “You’re the president’s daughter. A job for me to protect.” His voice is serious but hesitant, it’s like what he said is something that he’s not sure of. Something that bother’s him also.

Lily smiled, patting the boy's head lightly: "You're still young, don't think nonsense." Venn patted his head: “For the human world, I'm young, but the wolf world is different. I'm 18 years old already. Also considered mature.” "18 years old?" Lily stared at the boy who was just as tall as her shoulder. "Yes." Ven nodded. "I don't believe it. You're eighteen, so how old is Prince Elias?" Emily was dumbfounded. Did she fall in love with an old man? Venn put his hand on his chin thinking, "Probably only 100 years old."

“Was it a year ago? Two years ago? Or… did you know from the very beginning?” Timothy clenched his jaw before answering in a low voice, “Ethan was badly injured back then. It was Jane who carried him down the mountain herself. When he woke up, he didn’t remember anyone. The doctors said forcing him to recover his memories could put his life at risk… Besides, he’s been living peacefully in that small mountain town. He’s happy.” “So for the sake of his peace and happiness,” I cut in softly, “I deserved to rot in hell, is that it?”

“No way… you’re unrecognizable.” Snow hugged her arms around herself and chuckled. “It’s just diarrhea. That’s not even the main act, is it?” Adriana gave her a knowing smile. “Aha?” Snow’s foxlike eyes sparkled with curiosity. “What else did you do? What’s next?” Adriana tapped Snow lightly on the nose. “Wait and see.”

“Alright.” Olive froze, her face a mask of shock. She hadn't expected me to agree so readily. I met her eyes with an icy smile. Once, my weakness allowed her to manipulate me. Not anymore. From the corner of my eye, I caught Neal Ramos' bewildered expression. Our father, Richard Winters, spoke up. "No, that won't do. You're my eldest daughter, Olive. Your safety is paramount. This younger one looks too weak and is mute. How can he protect you?"