Snowbarry Fanfiction Novels & Stories

" Rage roared through her tone and she was quivering with anger. "You heard her, Barbie. Run along and go find Ken," I teased him. "Stop it, Dylan!" Fury vibrated through her voice. I had no choice but to shut my mouth. We all have a moment of silence to cool down for a bit until Barbie opens his mouth... "Are you the one who send all those zombies to the valley?" Barbie said to me giving me a suspicious look. "Do I look like I am capable of summoning those creepy crawlers? It wasn't me, it was Shithead," I said in my defense.

Kiran snarled. Barry was shaking all over. Knowing Kiran was perfectly serious, he pulled out his phone and dialed Fabian's number fearfully. Fabian had just crawled off a woman's body. After being cured by Kiran the night before, he felt his whole body bursting with endless desire and infinite passion. The memory of his partner begging for mercy last night filled him with vigor and pride; he even imagined that she was Snow Xander. In seven days, Kiran York would be erased from existence, and then he would celebrate his demise by getting into Snow Xander's pants.

As a mother, I needed to do what was best for my baby. I didn't want to make a scene, and so I tried to resolve as quietly as I could. Barbara looked around, and when she realised that no one was paying attention to us, she lowered her head and whispered to me. "Don't think that you are amazing, Snow. You're still just a mute. He will get tired of you soon. What do you think will happen to you then? " Barbara mocked me. My heart took a dive, and I wondered if Liam had told her I was a hybrid now.

His dirty hands caress her face, the only thing she can do is to sharply glare at him, praying that her death will be quick. “Barrett, I have always wanted to make you submit like this!” A creepy laugh escaped him, “Even if we starve you or I hit you, you never surrender.” He is crazy laughing at someone else’s pain. She gritted her teeth in anger and helplessness. Would this be her end? As her consciousness slowly fades, her foster brother shows his protruding fangs, grabbing her shoulders he positioned himself to bite that delicate neck when a big and dark shadow snatches him away from Barrett.

Cale belonged to Abbie, heart and soul, and Barbara had gracefully stepped into the role of a loyal friend. “When did you get back?” he asked, nodding toward her. “Today. I had to — for my best friend,” she said, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at me. For a split second, I wondered if that twinkle was for me or the man standing in front of her. “So, how are you doing? I hope Orrick is making sure you behave.” “Yeah, he is, Barbie,” Orrick said with a grin.