What Are The Best Death Quotes From Game Of Thrones?

So what if you're formidable or filthy rich? Don't you dare get cocky with me. I'm Cassian York. I can save your life, and I can end it, too!

He circled her slowly. "Strip. Get on your knees." His silver eyes burned. "I'm going to f** you until your legs give out." Seraphina held his gaze without flinching. "No." A slow smile curved her lips. "I decide now. And you'll beg before I let you taste me." His mouth opened, then shut back. The most powerful king on the continent went silent. *** She was an omega maid auctioned as tribute to settle a war debt while carrying her alpha's secret child and a bloodline that could bring every alpha to his knees. King Vaelarion wanted her body. He never planned on needing her soul. But Seraphina Vale didn't survive twenty-two years of chains to spend the rest of her life on someone else's terms.

She was feared as the most dangerous assassin in the entire supernatural kingdoms. The cold-blooded daughter of the Alpha Tyrant of Ironblood, the millennium King of wolves and Lycans. She is of a royal bloodline laced with ancient soul magic and feared for her tattoos. Each ink on her flesh tells of the people she killed. Her father raised her to kill. To obey his every command. But her father wasn't satisfied. He wanted more than power, he wanted immortality to wipe out the gods. And she was his final offering, the final key. So they betrayed her. Slit her throat beneath the Eclipse Moon and tore her skeleton from her skin for the sacrifice. But fate wasn't done with her. She woke one year before her death, and she ran away. Now she hides in the cursed underbelly of the Duskwatch Village, disguised as an ugly hunchback with a new name. Running The Ink Hollow, a shadowy tattoo shop where she draws tattoos on criminals, fae, vampires, witches, mermaids, and those who had run away like her. She is a fugitive with one rule: No love. Until he walks in. The dangerous psychopath King she had killed in her previous life. But she doesn't know he was reborn too. And he's out for her blood..

I had seven days left to live. My father was the God of War. My mother was the Goddess of the Harvest. I was born with divine power running through my veins, and like all gods, I should have lived forever. But I'd been poisoned by Godsbane, a plant so deadly that even the Healer had no cure. I forced myself back to the temple through the pain, one step at a time. That was when my husband Caelum, the King of the Gods, came home. His expression was grave. "Lyra," he said, "your sister Selene has collapsed. Her divine blood is completely spent. The Healer says she won't survive the month. The only way to save her is for someone who shares her bloodline to give her half their divine blood." "You're twins. Your blood is perfectly matched." He paused. "Would you reconsider donating half of yours?" "I know it's a lot to ask." He hesitated, then reached into his robe and placed a divine decree on the table before me. It called for the revocation of my title as Queen. "But if you won't save Selene, I'll have to honor her last wish. She says she wants to marry me before she dies." I looked at the decree for a long moment. "Don't worry," he said, his voice softening as he took my hand. "Once this is over, I'll burn it myself and marry you again as my Queen. Lyra, you know you're the only one for me." I looked at him trying so carefully not to push too hard, and something hollow settled in my chest. He wasn't the only one. Even my parents, when I'd refused before, had turned cold and driven me from our home: "If you'd rather watch your sister die than help her, then get out. Don't ever come back." If that was what they all wanted, fine. I had seven days left anyway. "All right," I said. "I'll give her the blood." My father and mother were pleased. They said I'd finally come to my senses. I finally became the Queen they'd always wanted me to be. A good daughter. But when I died, why did they all cry?

How will the Lannister family handle the rumors of the blood-stained virgin whom their son had mercilessly taken advantage of? With the press on their neck, Monica Lannister and Warren Lannister had to do something about it. They did? Or They didn't? However, what if the blood-stained virgin girl was more than whom they assumed she was? Dangerous? Or Manipulative Or Both? Perhaps, she came back for revenge; for all, they had done to her previously? For the love, she was deprived? For the maltreatment she experienced? Possibly, she could be the rich kid whom he had loved all of his life. You can only find out in this novel. #Unexpected Romance #Erotic #Pain #Plot Twist #Cliffhanger Read at your risk

⚠️ WARNING 18+ content In the brutal empire of Noxus, Vespera Vance is a ghost. To the royal court, she is merely a silent, masked servant, a worthless "null" born without magic. They don't know her true name. They don't know she is the last surviving heir of the slaughtered Shadow Dynasty. Above all, they don't know that King Malakor Drakos, the ruthless, ice-cold tyrant sitting on the Obsidian Throne, is the very man who executed her father in cold blood. Vespera lives for one purpose: Vengeance. Her opportunity arrives in blood and fire. King Malakor suffers from a dark, rotting shadow-curse that decays his flesh and drives him to near madness. During a chaotic attempt on his life, Vespera is forced to make physical contact with the king. She expects her lethal bare skin to drain him dead. Instead, her secret Void Touch drinks the decaying shadow magic right out of his veins. For the first time in ten years, the terrifying Death King feels absolute, breathless relief. And a dark, ravenous, uncontrollable heat. Captured and dragged into his private fortress, Vespera is bound to Malakor by a secret contract. By day, she is his captive shadow. By night, she is forced into his bedchamber, her bare skin pressed against his, absorbing his curse to keep him sane. It is the perfect trap. She is close enough to slide a dagger into his heart. The problem? Every skin-on-skin touch ignites a primal, overwhelming fire between them that neither can control. Her body betrays her hatred, craving the monster who destroyed her world. As the line between strategic seduction and raw, explosive obsession disintegrates, Vespera faces an agonizing choice: Avenge her father’s blood... or surrender to the tyrant who would burn the entire realm to keep her in his bed.