Simon Snow Series Novels & Stories

However, I could not forget what had just happened, not when it was right in front of my eyes. "It's okay, I knew the way." That was a lie. I had waited for her in the snow outside the prison for so long that the guard felt sorry for me and called a car. Looking past Nancy, I saw the man behind her. Hank Lawson was sprawled on the couch in his fancy dark grey suit, looking pretty pleased with himself. When he caught my eye, he quickly hid his annoyance and gave me a polite smile. "Samuel, what a coincidence that you got out just in time for New Year's. Is it a double celebration?"

My lips moving over her face down to her neck peppering sweet kisses. “I missed you too.” She cried, her head buried in my neck as she grieved. We kissed for a few minutes knowing we have to get away from this cursed place as soon as possible. I tried to get the ropes off behind her back and my eyes widened in total frightening shock not for myself but for the woman I swore to protect. Bomb? “In five minutes she’d be a chunk of flesh, blood and bones. F.I.V.E seconds.” Simon announces holding the power control under his thumb grinning from ear to ear. Fuck! He had this planned.

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

I cried out again as I glanced around, willing for anybody to walk towards my office and just barge in without knocking, I'm sure that kind of shock would be just fine when it comes to breaking my mind from the invisible hypnotism he'd placed over me. Yes, it has to be hypnotism, it just had to. I mean, this is me. I'm Snow and I don't blush, I don't shiver over a deep and rich voice. I also do not get scared over a sharp voice. I so do not cower over people, I help people stand up for themselves if it something went up to that. So, what exactly was the problem with me right now? And, why exactly was I literally melting under the hard edge his deep voice carried.

As they reached the porch, the freezing mountain air slapped her across the face, forcing her eyes open. "There!" a guard shouted, pointing down the slope toward the dark line of trees. Ariana craned her neck. Two figures were locked in a brutal struggle in the knee-deep snow. It was Lucas and Simon. Simon was dragging Lucas toward a black SUV that was idling with its lights off at the edge of the woods. "LUCAS!" Ariana screamed, her voice tearing through the roar of the helicopter overhead. Simon stopped. He looked back at the cabin, his eyes landing on Ariana on the stretcher. He didn't flinch. He didn't run. Instead, he smiled—a slow, terrifying grin of victory. He raised his free hand an

“Isaac? Isaac!” We both turn at the same time at Simon’s urgent voice. He is jogging towards us, his eyes on the other side of the compound. Which is why he trips and almost bumps into my drink. He catches himself, and then he is standing beside Isaac, placing his hands on his shoulders and turning his body towards the side his eyes were stuck at. “Do you know her?” Simon asks. “Who?” Isaac asks, sounding confused. “The girl with the blue hair and fishnet stockings.”

"Ugh... mmm... ah..." Snow White lay on her back, legs spread wide as a Titan thrust his heavy rod into her with a wet thwack. Vanguard, at the head of the bed, slid his thick, hard meat into her small mouth, letting her suckle on his essence with all her might. Meanwhile, Bane was frantically grinding into her.

A low growl sounded beside me, vibrating my arm to where our fingertips connected. My eyes shot up, expecting danger, but it was still just the wolves carrying on in front of us. Confused, I looked back up at Simon, to see him with hooded eyes looking back down at me. His pupils blown, turning his stormy irises into a catastrophic black. A muscle ticked in his jaw, as his breathing took a slight hitch, causing my heart to fly into overdrive faster than before. “You need to think of something else.” He growled, the accusation sounding more animal than human coming from his thick lips. “Anything else, before I pass out from all the blood in my body heading south.”

"Tanya, I know you've been hurt. I'm not in a rush. I can wait. "If you're willing, let me take care of you and go through life with you. What do you say?" Looking into his sincere eyes, I was about to reach out and take the ring. But that was when commotion erupted outside the camp. A violent snowstorm raged as a figure burst through the wind and snow toward the camp. It was Simon. He came alone. His expensive coat was torn to shreds by branches, his body covered in snow. The once untouchable Alpha looked utterly miserable.

The moment he reached the summit of the snow mountain, Simon appeared. “Simon, everyone has gathered there. Unseal the Snow Cavern now. I don’t want to wait for them to deplete their True Energy before releasing the Spirit Turtle.” Thomas said. Wearing a grim expression, Simon asked, “Are you really sure about this, Thomas?” “Of course. It’s too late to turn back. Do you plan to break your promise?” Thomas said. Simon took a deep breath, “Since you insist, I’ll accompany you on this wild ride. However, you will bear the consequences yourself.”