The Loud House Snow Way Out Mga Nobela at Kwento

--All you have to do is stay, a minute, just take your time, the clock is ticking, so stay... All you have to do is stay!-- Snow's POV. The door got pulled open by Christie who's face spread out in a wide grin the moment her eyes took in who exactly was at the door. She pulled the door wide open and waltzed back inside the apartment while announcing my presence loudly. "Snow White is finally hereeeeeee." I let out an amused grin as I made my way Inside and shutting the door quietly behind me. I toe off my heels and gingerly walked towards the couch and dropped into it like a log of wood.

"Leave Zara alone." "I'm just making conversation, darling." "No, you're being weird." Riley grabbed my arm. "Come on, Z. Let's go into town. I need to get out of this house." I let her pull me away gratefully. Twenty minutes later we were in Riley's Range Rover, driving down the snowy mountain road toward Aspen. "I'm sorry about my mom," Riley said. "She's insane. A wedding here? Is she trying to torture Dad?" "Maybe," I said quietly.

“Does it matter who I saw? Just handle things on your end. How are things with Snow?” Aidan, hiding in a restroom, groaned dramatically. “Does Snow practice Taekwondo? She’s so strong! She nearly tore my house apart while trying to grab my phone. I had to lock all my electronics in a safe!” From outside the bathroom, Snow’s furious voice rang out. “Aidan! Don’t think hiding in there will save you! Hand over your phone!” Aidan wiped his sweat. “Hear that? She’s got a powerful voice. What a waste not to be a singer.”

I asked Snow. "I don't know, probably a month from now so they don't suspect anything. YOU SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT A MANSION, YOU IDIOT! THEN WE COULD SAY WE ARE LIVING OFF OUR PARENTS MONEY! NOW WE'LL HAVE TO GET A FRIGGIN JOB!", Snow suddenly yelled. "Jeez!! Tigers are so grumpy. Let's sleep in the cottage tonight. I am really tired, Snow. After all, I drove 300 miles to reach here while you slept. Tomorrow we will look for a mansion nearby." I muttered.

Then, he told Noir to carry out the compensation before he headed to Centro Hospital with the elderly couple. Snow had slit her wrist but was fine after some stitches. Due to the excessive loss of blood, she looked as pale as a sheet. “Ms. Snow Houser, I have heard from your grandparents about what happened. I’ll make things right for you,” Andrius said. “I…” Snow glanced at him and said timidly, “It’s fine. Assistant Manager Lucci is a powerful man. Neither of us can offend him. Thank you, but please leave.” Snow’s expression turned bitter. She had accepted her fate.

“I vote… Operation Snowstorm!” Nyra laughed. “Operation Snowstorm it is.” Sebastian muttered, “I hate this.” Half an hour later, the trio stood outside, strategically scanning the snowy lodge perimeter. Nyra had taken position on a small hill for visibility. Sebastian was crouched behind a snow-covered railing. Noelle was… balancing precariously on top of a sled, waving a candy cane like a wand. Sebastian muttered, “I don’t know if the threat is armed or just… annoying.”

Even today, as we raced up the highway to the Christmas camp up north, and with a blizzard that brought sub-zero temperatures, my family once again left me behind at a deserted rest stop. I'd come out of the restroom to find that Ava and Jamie were scrambling to get back inside the SUV. Just as I was about to head over there, the SUV started moving, the snow crunching as the wheels rolled down the road. I immediately ran after the SUV, shouting with all my strength, "Mom! Dad! I'm not in the car yet!" But the snowstorm swallowed up my voice, and the SUV soon went around the corner, merging into the rushing traffic. Soon, it disappeared into the snowy blizzard.

I always wore it. Trying to convince myself she cared about me. That day I took off the scarf and let her fix it. I was about to crawl into bed to warm up when Enzo called. His voice was low. “Come out. I’m waiting at your building entrance.” It had started snowing. My mother saw that Enzo was calling me and said nothing. She handed me an umbrella and told me to go. At least she had some pride left—she didn’t teach me how to please a man.