You Know Nothing Jon Snow Novels & Stories

He walked slowly toward her, hands shoved into the pockets of his navy slacks, shirt collar undone like a prince after a battle. “Even if that were true,” he said, voice cold, “you’re a first-year nobody. Why would we care what you know?” Hannah didn’t answer immediately. She just smirked and said, with lethal calm: “Because I also know about House Six.” Another silence. Sharper this time. Jon’s brow furrowed. “What about them?” Hannah yawned, as though bored by the pace of the conversation. “I know they aren’t just some lucky first-years.”

I shook my head, not sure if I should accept that he was my boyfriend or not. “Your Highness, you have to step back so I will take care of it from here….” Tyrion voiced out, showing up before us. He glanced at me, making a long face. What was the look all about? Sad that his Alpha was hurt or that I got another man after he betrayed me? I looked at the young man who smiled at me. “You shouldn't have done this—” that was all I could say. “He's the Alpha Prince…” “So am I, or you've forgotten?” he responded, causing an awe. “My name is Alpha Prince Kelvin. I am the Alpha Prince of the Snow Moon Pack.”

"Yeah. I think she’ll be very happy." I study him for a moment. His lashes are long, casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. The wind teases a strand of his dark hair into his eyes. He looks peaceful. Human. But I know better now. I know there’s something else inside him. And he knows I know. "Jon?" I murmur. "Back in the gym… What did you see when I passed out?" He doesn’t look at me, but his jaw clenches. "You don’t want to talk about that."

He knew I was very independent, as all Hunters are, and he wasn’t trying to overstep. Wait, he knew I was a Hunter? Damnit, I knew he knew! And now that just confirmed it. Keep it together Snow, he knows you’re a Hunter and he is still entertaining you. Why? So many damn questions. Just reading his mind led me to have more questions than I started with.

My husband Lucas Farrow, Alpha of the White Walkers Pack, surrounded by soldiers, striding into the room, with all the servants bowing at him along his way. "Luke! You're back from Skagen City early! I miss you so much!" Josephine flew toward him like a little lark, wrapping her arms around his neck, like a little girl begging for candies from her elder brother. Only in Josephine's case, I knew what she was begging was a kiss.

And even now, as Snow sits beside me fawning about how Jordan gets her. I drag my eyes across the wall clock. 7PM. I've got an hour to decide to either get this dick or starve. “He doesn't cheat. I can swear on that. He's got a temper but no man's perfect baby,” I stopped listening. My brain works overtime, picturing that tattooed arm, strong chest, his lips and…. “Jenaya…?” Snow's voice puts a halt to my wild thoughts. I snap my eyes to me. “what is it?” Snow asked.

“Mind your tone.” He turned to her. “No. I have a right to be upset. Everything I thought I knew—everything—was fake?” Dominic spoke again, quieter. “Nothing was fake. Your life here is real. Your memories here matter. But there’s more. And I want to give that to you. If you’ll let me.” Jonah stared at him for a long time. Then he turned to Mama Sade. “I need air,” he said. He walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Jon asked Kyle with a very low tone. "Yeah, and the two of them might have overheard every of our conversation." Kyle replied. Jon smiled at Kyle at his ability to tell the numbers of wolf standing even with his eyes closed. Only Jon knew about Kyle's ability. The ability of remembering the scent of each wolves that he had smelled. "You're are really good for a spy, Maybe we should tell Ethan about you." Jon said, smiling. Kyle knew that he was joking about it since he had always done that at the time Micheal ruled the pack.

After all, the smartest person in Dillion's family was Snow. Snow knew that she was going to be lectured, so she would never even bother to show up, even if she had to pretend that she was sick.

He knows that cannot match him at all, there is only one other way, Jon thought to himself. “There he is! that’s is the Jonathan Pogromca that I know. Courageous, brave, and unwavering. Will not accept defeat, even when the odds are against him.” Randell said to him smiling, “Heroic till the end eh, Jon. What are you going to do now?” “There is one thing that you are mistaken, Del.,” He said clutching firmly the small knife in his fist. “And what is that?” “You think that my father is dead.” He lifted the book in front of him. Randell stares at it, curious at what he is planning.