Snowbarry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I swallow, is this even normal? Devon pushes the plate aside. “Not hungry, Barb.” Despite her bright smile, she gives him a cold hard glare and I can’t help but feel a shiver down my spine. “Arya, I am shopping for clothes on Tuesday, do you want to come along? Perhaps, we could have some girl time.” Barb asks and Devon snaps his eyes over to her. They both look at each other hard. I am wondering what’s going on, why is he so stiff around his parents?

I'm broken out of my reverie by a page to customer service. I finish my shift and go home, falling asleep to the image of a threesome with Cyn and Shelly. According to Barbara, it may not be an unrealistic dream. They may follow through with their plan, even without Barbara. Somehow Jasmine shows up in the middle of my dream and then we end up in a threesome with Amber. Everything is getting very confused.

He catches my arm before I can pull it back to my side, eyes locking with mine. "I am, and sure we can share." His voice turns husky and for a moment I am unsure whether he wants to share food with me or a bed. I rake my hand through my hair, suddenly nervous. "Cool, I'll order us a mix of hot and cold snacks." I stand up quickly and walks over to the bar, feeling his eyes on my back the entire time. I signal Barney and he comes over. "What can I get you darling?" "A hot and cold mix please, and another beer and a Manhattan when it's served." I smile at the friendly bar-owner, he is somewhere in his mid-forties and still quite handsome with a full head of hair and twinkling dark eyes.

"You want us to eat together. Drink at the same place too." "No," Serena refused with an ignorant smile. "I'll get rabies." Barra didn't seem to want to lose. So he moved closer to her beautiful girl. "Then you'll get it soon," he giggled with amusement. "I forgot that we had a wet kiss last night. Even our saliva -" "People will hear." Serena immediately smothered Barra's mouth with her eyes glaring. Within seconds she was groaning as her handsome fiancé's tongue licked her palm.

She's inviting me to a bar with the others, and I set my phone upside down on the table without thinking. Call me a kill joy or someone not fun to be around, but I never liked bars or clubs. The idea of seeing bodies grinding, people switching salivas, and loud music appalls me. Sometimes, they still keep me around to make up the number of five. Natasha has this crazy idea that a group should contain five girls.

I walked us toward the bar, her clinging like glitter in a strip club—unwanted but impossible to ignore. Hannah spotted me. Didn’t flinch. Just poured the usual. “Whiskey. Double. And whatever she wants,” I said. “Same,” Kandy purred, still hanging on me. I grabbed the glasses. Turned. And froze. Just for a second. Just long enough to register the girl at the end of the bar. Slumped a little. Hoodie zipped halfway. Hands curled around a glass like it was a weapon. Sable Arden. Four years older—and yes I remember how long it’s been.

She's doing it quickly so that she can leave as soon as possible. " God, you're so sexy." Barry says out loudly. I might be a fucking asshole, but Barry is a fucking cunt. He's too much, and he always gets on my nerves. He's pretty close friends with Raymond too. Naomi stops pouring and bites her lip. She's beyond irritated. She takes a deep breath and continues pouring the drink on the second glass, as she moves to the third. " What's your name?" Barry asks. I want to punch the fucking idiot and wipe his shitty smirk on my glass table. I'll come to that later.

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.

The warriors around us had gone completely silent. The Northern wolf suddenly twisted beneath him and managed to break free. It rolled away and quickly returned to its feet. Darius also stood, but he was breathing harder now. Blood was still running from his shoulder, staining the fur around it. The warrior must have noticed his weakness because he charged at him again without giving him time to recover.

She demanded. "You, little wolf." Shadow smiled smugly. "Your blood. Every last drop of it. You taste like sin." He moved suddenly and the next thing she knew, she was back in his arms. He whipped her around so her back was pressed to his chest. Her hands were held behind her with one of his, while his other hand slipped around her throat. "The fact that you are not bearing my mark is driving me wild." He continued. "If Kieran won't do it, I will."