Snow Lopes Novels & Stories

he promised, and his eyes met mine through the rearview mirror. The car turned down a dirt track and we drove into a snowy forest. I hugged the girl closer to my chest, begging to get out of this... and begging that my stupidity wouldn’t push Lorenzo even farther away from me.

"But he doesn't love you, Snow! He loves Chloe Bishop!" "Then I’ll wait until he changes his mind," Snow said with a chilling, stubborn intensity. "After all, the woman he actually loves is already married to Xavier Grayson, isn't she? As long as she is out of the way, I am the only one left." The Toxic Resolve Snow has realized that her "victim" status is her greatest weapon, and while she accepts the wealth Liam has given her, she has no intention of letting him go. Her focus has shifted from mere survival to a targeted obsession with reclaiming Liam by ensuring his path back to Chloe is permanently blocked.

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?

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.

EMMA I woke up to find Adrian's side of the bed already empty, which was a big relief. Downstairs, Helen was waiting in the foyer with a clipboard and three people standing behind her. "Ms. Ashford, good morning. I wanted to introduce the additional staff who'll be assisting with the holiday preparations and your business needs," Helen said, gesturing to the woman on her left. "This is Sophia Reyes, she'll be coordinating the company's Christmas gala here at the estate."

I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose. You are breathtaking mate. Aaron told Snow. And you are very handsome Aaron. Snow giggled. She was acting like a teenager just how I do in front of Alex. He growled in satisfaction. He moved forward to kiss her again but Snow moved out of the way, making him growl at her action once again. If you want me, then you better catch me Alpha. She said before running off. Oh, you don't know how much I love challenges, mate. Especially when you are the reward, with that Aaron set off too.

What have I managed to do within the first hour of my first day in this school? I slowly walked in. A girl and a guy were standing there in front of Mr. Morris, facing their back to me. The guy had his arms crossed over his chest. Wait! I have seen this green t-shirt somewhere. And Blonde hair! Is he the Snow prince? Yes, he is!

I will make sure I bring him back safe and sound. Just as she was done saying that, she revved the engine and shot forward into the white abyss. The blizzard was even worse uphill than it was at the foot of the mountain. Despite wearing thick winter clothing, Natalie still couldn't help shivering hard from the cold. The entire mountain was covered in white, and finding Damian seemed like looking for a needle in a haystack. Still, she wouldn't stop calling out his name in the snow. "Damian! Damian Abbott! Where are you?"

His eyes held a softness that sparked a warmth within me, a warmth that had little to do with the blazing fire nearby. Refueled and reenergized, we ventured out for the next activity - a snowshoe race. Strapping on our snowshoes, we set off. We stumbled over hidden snow mounds, fell into fresh snowdrifts, and struggled to stay upright. But every fall was met with a helping hand, each struggle followed by peals of laughter. Jacob’s team, with their impressive coordination, clinched the victory. But the sight of our usually composed CEO stumbling through the snow, his laughter echoing off the snow-covered trees, was a victory in itself.

I watched her eyes slowly close and held onto the rough clay dolls even tighter. "You have to keep living. Go tell him yourself!" Janet Smith shook her head, her smile sweet and gentle. "He doesn't want to see me. He's the one who wanted me to climb the snowy mountain." I only found out from the bits and pieces she told me. For the last two years, Chester Graham had been the one sending her on trips all over the world. The last trip, the one to the mountaineering camp, was arranged by Chester's people too.