You Know Nothing Jon Snow Novels & Stories

“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.

"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!"

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.”

"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.

Snow pleaded. Lindsey huffed. "How could you do something like this? What could you possibly gain from slandering someone else like that?" "But…" Snow had wanted to say that it was Summer in the video and that Summer had said she was Mason's sister. But when her eyes met Summer's, the rest of her words were caught in her throat. Summer's gaze had been filled with warning and killing intent. Snow came from a very ordinary background, and she had always been top dog among her classmates. To put it bluntly, she was ignorant of the true workings of the world and had never encountered such a terrifying look before.

The cat had odd-eyed eyes, one blue and the other yellow. “Good afternoon, lycan king and his apprentice!” “So you are the king of the cats here?” “Yes, my name is Snowy. I am a female cat, but I am their leader. You must be the red moon girl.” “My name is Jonea Rawling, you can call me Jonea.” “Okay, Jonia. I was just wondering what kind of person this stupid lycan would want to marry.” “Shut up, you ugly cat!” Daran said in annoyance.

I pull away to look at him and he presses his forehead on mine, looking into my eyes as if in silent expectation. I’m not really sure of the process, but since this is some sort of an exchange of vows, I suppose I need to say something as well. But my head feels so empty at the moment and I can only stare at him, breathing as heavily as he is. “I…” Fuck, what do I say!? ‘I love you’ too seems to be such a terribly insufficient response. It’s like that scene in the TV series The Game of Thrones when the dragon queen was introduced with all these grand titles that never seem to end anymore and then when it was his turn, the King of the North was introduced as simply as “This is Jon Snow.”.

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

He did not know why he was not telling Alice he was the Alpha of Dark Moon but he was keeping it to himself for now. “Um, I don't really know. I kinda walked into it and reacted.” Jonah said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as he spoke. “Hmm.” Alice responded by shutting her eyes, the humming of the wheels on the dirt road lulling her to sleep. “I guess I have a thing for damsels in distress.” Jonah snickered as he continued to drive. “I’m no damsel.” Alice grumbled turning on her side and slipping into sleep.