Y'know Nothing Jon Snow 소설 & 이야기

“You do not know me. I know everything about you. I know your face. Your scent. Your habits. I know the bridge. I know Savannah Reed.” At that, every wolf in the room stiffened. Savannah's heart stopped. Grayson's voice hardened. “I know Noah existed.” The entire room froze. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Dominic slowly stood. "What?" Savannah went pale. Noah. Their son. Grayson had only learned about him. But not too deep knowledge about him. Grayson kept reading.

She had more than enough information for them, and the fact he’d jilted her for Zoe meant she’d probably be all too happy to spill the beans. “Oh, shit,” Booker rasped. “What would she know, boy?” “Far too much,” he muttered, clawing his scalp aggravatedly. Stubble prickled his hands. Breathing out a harsh exhale, Jon shook his head. “Fuck.” “What’re you goin’ to do?” “I don’t have a fucking clue.”

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.”

I ask him bored. I want to know how much he needs to see his knowledge on the subject of our blood. If he knows more than we do then I will be needing more information. "You should already know how much. I know that Dr. Snow of yours has been doing her own experiments. Her measurements have come in handy for us more times than you think" he sneers. "or are you king enough to give it to me on tap. You going to be my supplier pretty boy" he ask with a smile.

“Miss Sonnet, I have a boyfriend. I hope that you can stop your persecution paranoia!” Snow put down her hand casually and glanced at her. “Are you referring to Howard Jung?” Jocelyn pursed her lips tightly. “No!” Snow huffed coldly and said, “You must have asked a random man to act like your boyfriend again. Do you think that I’ll believe you?” Jocelyn could not stand it anymore. “Snow Sonnet, don’t cause trouble!” After speaking, Jocelyn turned around and walked away. As soon as she walked to the entrance of the toilet, Snow’s cold voice rang out, “Jocelyn White!”

"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.