Snow Title Novels & Stories

While others criticized Stephen for his incompetence, the young woman before him defended him, despite not knowing his name yet. “Thank you.” Stephen thanked the girl in his heart. “Let’s forget about that. We actually haven’t introduced ourselves. I’m Snow, and you are?” the girl asked nervously. “Stephen Quinn.” Snow covered her mouth, feigning surprise. Stephen, finding her reaction amusing, said, “Thank you for defending me.” Snow snapped out of it and shook her head softly. “I’m just stating the truth. People say you’re evil, but I think they’re wrong. You’re quite handsome.”

65 In the midst of the soft whispers of falling snowflakes, I cautiously made my way beyond the grand doors of the snowy castle manor. The air was sharp and cold, and the floors beneath my boots were uniformly blanketed with snow. The entire world around me had transformed into a winter wonderland—so, this is the North. The castle's majestic turrets stood tall, resembling silent sentinels against the canvas of the pristine, snow-covered landscape.

“Playing games with me now?” Snow didn’t respond. She picked up a second glass and poured it slowly down his neck, letting the wine trail across his chest, stomach, and lower—stopping just at the edge of his waistline. Then came the ice. Ray jolted violently. The sudden blast of cold hit there, the sting so sharp he gasped. Snow tilted her head in mock sympathy. “What you really need right now is a woman, right?” She smiled. “But I wouldn’t do that with a dog.”

--Sometimes, fate might just decide to be cruel at first.-- Snow's POV. "Um, good morning Miss. My name's Snow and I have a scheduled interview in two minutes!" I rushed out to one the two young ladies sitting in the first wide looking table positioned directly opposite the big transparent sliding doors leading into the first floor of the building. She looked up from the monitor she was currently scrutinizing a moment ago before sparing a glance at my flustered face. "What's your name again?" She inquired, her fingers never ceasing their fast dance on the keyboard.

After letters or texts he'll usually put SiR. Snezhinka: In Russian Snezhinka means Snowflake. She was a gift from Kingsley to Lyle. She is a werepolarbear aka werebear. She's around fifteen years old and has snow white hair that matches polar bear's fur. Her eyes are similar to the color of zircon. She cost 25 grand at an auction. She enjoys playing in the snow and sun. Her scent mixes with the smell of day time and vampires pick the scent up around her. Her nickname is Snow.

Not dead, but gone, and that is all he needs to know, that is all he will ever know about how I survived the Danger of Daylight. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We arrive at my future home at midnight, covered in ice, sweat, mud, and bruises. The guards at the gate do not recognize me from the pictures I have sent and don’t let me inside until I show my seal, the same seal every noble holds with them to stop imposters. It is the guiding light that appears every night but hides once a month, carved out of wood, with the crest of our own house on the back of it. An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall ov

I also turn my face around to see Ty scolding Aaron while Aaron just smiles at him with a kind of satisfaction. Asher shakes his head and averts his attention back to me. I smile at him and his lips threaten to slightly curl upward. I giggle at him, swinging our hand, and soon he is smiling, shaking his head. "Okay C'mon now, snow. Let's go eat something," I say laughing. "Snow?" He asks. "Yeah, your new nickname. How is it?" I ask resuming our walking. He laughs slightly. "Short for snow prince?" "Yeah," I nod.

Kail was still smiling innocently and looking down at her. Feeling the warmth of his hand, Silje blinked. Kail whispered, “Silje, let’s walk just a little while longer.” They strolled the park quietly, passing by people who indeed looked happy. Suddenly, Silje saw a tiny white speck in the air. She raised her hand and realized that it was snowing. The first snow of the year. And it happened when she was on a date with Kail in Central Park. “It’s snowing, Kail. It’s the first snow.”

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

Still, she wondered—Would Rex even accept this new… dog? She looked up at Alexander. “What’s its name?” Seeing the flicker of interest in her eyes, Alexander’s lips curved into a grin. “They called him Jon Snow. But you can rename him. What do you want to call him?” “Snowball,” Serena decided after a pause. The name was absurdly cute for such a powerful animal, but somehow it fit. Snowball was larger and stronger than Rex, almost intimidating, but there was a beauty in its sheer size.