Y'know Nothing Jon Snow Novels & Stories

Snow asked. “What’s that?” he asked, raising a brow. Snow’s expression darkened. “Aren’t you from this pack? How do you not know what we’re doing here?” “Must I know everything going on in a pack? Besides, I don’t like anything that involves children,” he said coldly. Snow’s lips parted as she stepped closer. “Does your mate know you don’t like kids? I wonder what kind of woman could live with someone like you. Must be hell.”

He sat on the chair and waited for me to speak without reacting to my earlier words. “I’m Lucas Snow, the leader of this town and the person responsible for controlling the town borders between here and Canada…”

I cried out again as I glanced around, willing for anybody to walk towards my office and just barge in without knocking, I'm sure that kind of shock would be just fine when it comes to breaking my mind from the invisible hypnotism he'd placed over me. Yes, it has to be hypnotism, it just had to. I mean, this is me. I'm Snow and I don't blush, I don't shiver over a deep and rich voice. I also do not get scared over a sharp voice. I so do not cower over people, I help people stand up for themselves if it something went up to that. So, what exactly was the problem with me right now? And, why exactly was I literally melting under the hard edge his deep voice carried.

On Christmas Eve, my bestie, Yara Charlton, came to me, her cheeks rosy with a mix of excitement and nerves: "Nicole... Can you do me a solid and come over on Christmas Eve? I need a wingwoman to help me sneak some time with Keith." "Huh?" I stared at Yara, puzzled. Blushing deeper, she nibbled on her lip and spilled the beans, saying, "I'm scared my dad will catch on to Keith and me. If you're there, you can help distract him..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes dancing with mischief. "I haven't had a chance to be close with Keith in forever... You need to help me!" I could not say no to Yara, so I agreed, albeit with a bit of trepidation.