Y'know Nothing Jon Snow Novels & Stories

"Give me one more chance, even if it's just to stay by your side and make it right," Neal said bitterly. His plea was cut short by a cold gun barrel. Kirk stepped out of the shadows, aiming at Neal's forehead. "This isn't the Winters Mansion," Kirk warned. "You don't get to make a scene here. One more step, and the bullet won't care who you are." Neal froze, the light in his eyes fading. Liam grabbed his arm. "Let's go."

,Jonathan moved to the front. "no we found the fuckers who killed our family ",a man steps forward and looks familiar but I can't place him. Helen is groggy as she sits up and gasps. The man snarls are her. "Helen Snow",she grips my hand. "Dwight Snow, I'm shocked this is her mates older brother, your brother was an abuser and piece of work",she adds as he growls viciously. "you still had this pack murder him",she sighed.

When he turns back to face me, my lips tremble, and I stammer out a single word: "Vivaldi." His eyes gleam with amusement as he licks the Hunter's blood from his fingers, raising an eyebrow in a playful waggle. "It is I, Snowboy," he says with a smirk, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar—or in this case, the blood.

"Snow, it's been a long time! I can't believe I'm meeting you here!" Gordon said in disbelief. His eyes were fixed on Snow, completely ignoring Leon. "Snow, do you know this guy?" Leon was shocked to hear that. After that, he looked at Gordon before looking at Snow again. He looked curious, unable to figure out how Snow know the man. "I don't know him! He's just a scumbag!" Snow's face paled. She bit down on her lips as her eyes completely frosted over. She slowly regained her calm.

Snapping his head toward the disheveled man who’d brought George in, Jon continued, “If I don’t come back, if I die there, promise me you’ll put a bullet in this motherfucker’s brain for me.” Whimpering beneath Jon’s hefty frame only escalated as Jon shoved the rag back into his mouth. Snatching the piece of paper from Jermaine’s clunky hands, Jon strode out the front door, slamming it behind him for good measure. Now, he was even more determined to survive – not only for Zoe, but to make sure his was the last face George Stannis ever saw.

Velkan blurted out, without looking at Snow. “What?” Snow was confused. “A mate? You are the Lycan, you can’t have a mate.” “I can’t, but you can, right? How does the mate bond feel?” “I wouldn’t know.” Snow replied slowly, his voice blank. “I have not met my mate, nor do I care for one.”

"He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart." She slowly closed her eyes, and blood stained my shirt collar. "Nathalie... if only I weren't such a fool." Her eyes shut, and her hands slipped from my neck. Then, there was only silence. All that was left in the howling snowstorm was the sound of my crying. … After the snowstorm passed, I made my way down the mountain alone, rushing straight to Riverton City. I got there just as Chester's engagement party was starting. Right when Chester was about to slip the ring on Rose's finger, I burst into the room. "Chester, Janet has passed away, and she sent me to give you a wedding present!"

A reporter asked, “Director Snow, your son, Rodney Snow, spent last night with Freya Lynch. Have you heard about it?” Jason said, “I have, but this is nothing. Freya is my son’s fiancee from the start.” “What? But didn’t Rodney propose to Sarah Neeson just a few days ago? Sarah is his real fiancee.”

Aiden had refused to dress up as a cowboy from the beginning, and I showed him the middle finger when he showed me the wig of the queen of dragons (I still don’t understand that part) “Why are you going to dress yourself as a homeless?” Aiden had asked confused when Louis had pulled out his costume. “Homeless?!” Louis exclaimed in horror. "I'm Jon Snow, boy. Don't insult me ​​with your ignorance.” And then he had drawn a sword from his back, leaving us all in shock when he began to fight someone imaginary. "You're insane,” I had said, holding back a laugh at the mortification on Aiden's face. "Auntie, I don't want to wear that,” Aiden murmured to me when Louis was still entertained fighting

"You're the only one who can deal with that woman, Lucas." "Lucas, what if she becomes heartbroken because of your engagement with Lulu and just… leaves?" James asked. A fleeting image of Susan's tear-streaked face flashed through Lucas' mind, and he felt a sense of irritation that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Then, he scoffed indifferently. "I'd want nothing more than that." He'd want nothing more… Seven years of my life, just for that one sentence. I retracted my hand and turned around, leaving his house without a sound. Winter had only just arrived, and it wasn't truly cold just yet, but I felt chilled to the bone.