Schnee Family Novels & Stories

Snow continued speaking, “Meanwhile, Walter’s father, Zachariah, is a businessman. The Keele family is extremely prominent in Mauve City. You should know how powerful their authorities and statuses are. It’s simply unimaginable. Besides, the Keele family is extremely close to each other. Their family background is exceptional as well. Each family member has achieved unattainable heights in the respective areas that they work in. Do you think that you can marry into such a family?” Snow cast a sarcastic glance at Jocelyn and said, “Or do you think that you’re a good match for Walter given the background of the White family? Jocelyn White, let me tell you the truth. You can only dream of marry

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.

“Please—our daughter—” The figure stepped closer.Then the tree fell.bA massive branch, snapping from the weight of the storm, crashed straight into the hood, throwing the car sideways, jamming doors, trapping us inside. I screamed. Mom screamed. Dad’s voice went silent. Snow filled the cracks and corners. PRESENT The SUV slid another half-meter toward the drop. Jake slammed a hand on the dashboard. “Damn it!” The figure outside lifted something—a phone—and its screen lit up blue through the snow. Recording us. My chest closed.

Generations ago, the Zahn medical sect poisoned the Snow family with a hereditary toxin that passed down from parent to child. Anyone affected by it would never live beyond the age of 40. During the final ten years of life, victims gradually lost the ability to care for themselves. The decade of relentless suffering not only destroyed the patient's will to live but also drained the family's wealth. With every generation crippled in the same way, the Snow family never had a chance to rise again. When they heard that Joseph's medical skills were superior to Jenna's, they finally saw a glimmer of hope. So, they tried to contact Joseph.

I shook my head when I remember Demogorgon form when I first saw him we are not friended back then because we both love the same girl but Snow choice him, I decided to let go of my feelings but I heard that Snow been possessed by black magic that her family heirlooms and she been a bad creature and I heard that a powerful witch lockup her into the book but her family couldn't tell everything because they would die instantly if they would tell a bit regarding that thing. Snow's mother tries to tell it to Demogorgon but before she finishes her sentence she dies in front of my poor friend. And that was all he knows, that Snow was locked up inside of the book because a witch did it, and even ho

The days with Stephen might have been over before she knew it. “Snow, what’s wrong? Please talk to me. I’m Stephen Quinn, and my family has the power to allow me to do whatever I want. I can help you. Just talk to me.” Snow’s eyes flickered, a trace of life returning to her face. She asked, “Can you bring people back from the dead?” Stephen was silenced by the question. It was impossible. Snow feebly said, “My parents died when I was little, and I just found out they died in a famine.”

As rain started to fall, I belatedly remembered how the weather forecast said it would get colder later in the night, and maybe even start to snow. Once it starts snowing in Atlanta, it never seems to stop. I used to dread winter, but Lucas would always wrap me in his coat several sizes larger than I was, keeping a warm blanket available in his car just for me. Looking back now, those moments of so-called happiness were never meant to last. As the rain poured harder, strands of hair stuck damply to my forehead, and my steps wavered almost to the point of collapse. I shook my head and let out a bitter laugh. How did my life end up like this?

He puffs a sigh of relief, glad that he has taken the first step. He doesn't have much time to dwell on it, though, as he picks up the phone again to make another call. He knows he needs to gather all the eldest children of the supernatural families together as soon as possible, before the supernatural threats become too much to handle. ~~CHLOE POV~~ THE WINDSTORM HAS REALLY messed up the yard. Pieces of broken branches are all over the grass, making it look like a game of pickup sticks. Leaves are dancing around in tiny circles by the trash cans that were tipped over. The once tidy yard looks like an untamed jungle.

But gratitude could not bring love back. My love for Adrian Moretti had ended that Christmas Eve, when my father died in the snow.

“Snow, tell me the truth. Is something wrong with your family?” Snow hadn’t reached out to her or Aidan much lately, always claiming she was too busy with the crew. But that wasn’t like her. Even when she was drowning in work, she’d still manage to complain in their three-person group chat, rambling about her parents urging her to get married or other little annoyances. Recently, though, she’d gone unusually quiet.