Snowbarry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

the other joked. Barbie scoffed instantly. “Obviously not.” Her friend tilted her head. “Sugar daddy?” Barbie let out a short laugh. “Please, I don’t do grumpy older men.” Derek didn’t react. Instead, he called her again. “Barbara.” This time, he was more direct. Barbie sighed, clearly irritated by his persistence. “Give me a second,” she said to her friends before stepping away from them. They didn’t stop watching. Barbie walked toward Derek, her posture guarded now.

She finds herself drawn to the stability and support he offers, the promise of a new chapter untainted by the betrayal she has endured. Yet, even as this alluring vision takes shape, the lingering specter of Casey's decision haunts her, a persistent reminder of the unresolved feelings that still linger in her heart. Barbara finds herself torn, her emotions a tempestuous dance between the desire for a fresh start and the weight of her past.

Barbara said rolling her eyss. I downed the rest of my drink, setting the glass down with a sharp clink. "You think you know me? That you understand even a fraction of what’s going on in my head?" I took a step closer, my presence making her flinch. "Lauren isn’t like you. She’s not a snake slithering through the cracks, waiting for the perfect moment to strike." Barbara's expression changed, her hands closing up into a fist by her side. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could talk, her phone rang.

Smiling she looked around this was going to be fun. Dius smiled looking at barry talking, who stopped at his smile “what?” barry asked “she found something she liked” he answered letting out a breath as calm shone through his every pore “wow something she really liked” he said shaking his head “where is she right now?” he asked barry who leaned forward grabbing a tablet and moving his finger over it, then stopping suddenly eyes wide

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I shouted. Barry turned to me with dark navy eyes and growled like I was to meet my death for daring to interrupt. I took a step back. "I just need to grab a blanket. Jax is still asleep in the woods." "Are you growling at our Luna, mate?" Brandon teased, turning Barry's head to face him. "You are mine! She is trying to take away my pleasure!" Barry's wolf was possessive. I bet Brandon was loving that. I giggled at them.

Barry looks up, admiring the view. “It´s a beautiful night, you have a spectacular view from here. No wonder you selected this spot. Nevertheless, my spot is better.” “Where is your spot?” “I´ll take you there one day.” Barry leans his elbow on the railings. I feel his arm touch mine. I notice how warm his skin is. “What´s the first thing you´ll do once you´re free of the blood bond?” Barry gets a faraway look on his face. He falls silent for a moment before answering.

He can’t demand too much from her and he should just wait for her to do it. He tried not to think about it, but sometimes, his mother’s words of caution from before would lurk in his mind. Sab tried not to feel anything for him anymore. She’s trying to convince herself to stop liking him, loving him… As scheduled, a week before the full moon, she rejected him. She did it at night, sitting alone on the terrace and looking up at the dark sky. She whispered the words she needed to say. “I, Sabrione of Snow Mountain Pack, reject Clyde, the next alpha of Snow Mountain.”

When the car pulled into the pack house, I could feel the grip tighten as she stared at the building, “if you don’t…” Her head snapped up, her eyes staring at me with determination in them, “Let’s do this.” With a nod, I led her through the doors, leading her to the room they had been waiting in. “gentlemen,” I said, alerting them of our presence. They stood on their feet, faces filled with smiles as they watched us, “Alpha Nevan, we are sorry we had to come this late,” Baron apologised. I nodded, “Tell us what we need to know.” I spoke. Sabrina gently squeezed my hand, I smiled, “Sorry, my manners, this is Sabrina, my fiancée,” I introduced, watching the way they all rushed to try and grab

Of course, the fact that he wanted her to kill the one man she had completely felt attracted to was a reason, but the slammer was the realization that he actually had no intention of letting her go and had been manipulating her all this time. And if there were any people Barbie hated more than anything in the world, it sure were manipulators. She had the blood of Mariana and Peter on her hands to prove it. Kenneth slid the itinerary across the table. Mariotte. Leukemia Awareness Gala. 8 pm. Tomorrow. “Don’t be late.” Barbara could feel his gaze on her like a hawk eyeing prey, that patient, hungry smile itching for a reaction… an angry burst, anything that would let him know he’d been victori