A Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I walked away while he was confused. “Nirvana, what girlfriend are you talking about?” This time, he managed to hold my arm before I could bolt out. “How would I know? Maybe your number eight, or is it twelve?” I shot him a death glare. “I don’t date. I don’t have a girlfriend. What does she look like?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know. Daenerys Targaryen?” “Huh.” A slight curve appeared on his lips, his eyes dancing with humor. “Tall, gray eyes, silver blonde hair, looks like a princess?”

He frowned deeply, turned on his heel, and marched toward the door, muttering under his breath, “Motherfucker.” ‎ ‎I laughed again as the door slammed behind him. I knew I was right — Adrian could read me too well. I wanted Ren. I was going to have Ren. Married or not. ‎ ‎Then I caught myself. ‎I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. 'You just talked about fate,' I reminded myself silently, 'and now you’re trying to steal someone on their wedding day.' ‎ ‎I smiled darkly at my reflection. ‎Still… I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.

"Worried he'll come looking for you again?" I shook my head. "No." I looked toward the distant snow-capped mountains. "I was only thinking of who I used to be." The girl curled up in a servant's room, clutching a few thin bills, dreaming of buying back her mother's brooch. The girl who stood in the rain, splashed with mud by passing wheels, and still tried to make excuses for Adrian. She had suffered so much. But thank goodness, she had finally made it here. The white flowers in the greenhouse were in full bloom.

Great, more unanswered questions. Thorne takes my hand and starts to stride away pulling me with him "No, I'm not leaving with you. I'm waiting for Dante and Alarich" He turns to face me and I cower under the burning stare of his red serpent eyes. I cower? I'm scared ? This new weakness I display, just pleases him. His eyes return to their haunting black shade and he grins. Yes, that fucking grin. "Hmmm what to do with you?" He fakes a contemplative look whilst swirling a strand of my hair around his finger "I like this new side of you, without the queen's mark."

"Where is he going today?" ​"To the office. The real one," Ava said, watching my reaction closely. "He mentioned taking you there later. I’d advise you to put on some actual clothes and wipe the 'I just fell in love with my step-villain' look off your face before he gets back." ​"I am not in love with him!" I shouted, the effort making my head throb again. ​"Keep telling yourself that," Ava said, walking toward the door. She paused, looking back over her shoulder. "By the way, Arya Stark survives. But she doesn't do it by crying into a man's neck. She does it by becoming someone else."

The subsequent years turned into a blur of pain; he immersed himself in work, transforming into the formidable Alpha his father had always envisioned. One day, his father visited him in the office with aspirations of becoming the Lycan king, declaring it his time. Erickson disagreed, managing to dissuade him—if only for the moment. Everyone else moved on, leaving him in his sorrow. Jacob gained respect and recognition, while Sansa blossomed, beginning a romantic relationship with Nikolai Lavista, a union their parents opposed until he left her in search of his true mate. This heartbreak plunged Sansa into despair, ultimately leading to her untimely death.

Atticus whispered fiercely. "I had no choice in the matter. It's what my father wanted. And you should know, Raine. You can't get out of it either." Tyrion replied. "I'm sorry if I hurt you, but this is the way things have to be." "There's no way we're going to be mates, Tyrion. That show in there was just my father exerting his authority for everyone to see. I know my dad, he hates liars and he most especially hates cheaters. And I'll have you know that he hates them more than he hates me. That has to count for something. So I'm standing here telling you that we would never get betrothed and we would never become mates. I was stupid enough to fall in love with you. You were my friend, Tyrio

The slight tug of her fingers caused me to tighten my hold on them, firmly refusing to let go despite the way she was now glaring at me. Once again, I was only turned on by the look she had but knowing the one mission I had in mind again - to break her, my reaction wouldn't be so bad after all. *** Aodhàn's pov; Aside from playing the mind game with Khaleesi, another thing I was taking pleasure in was seeing her face go all red and hot, like she was seconds away from exploding. My wolf preened at her reaction to my presence, taking so much pleasure in seeing how affected she was.

I breathed out. “If that’s what you think then fine, but I don’t think so. I’m asking this with a clear mind” I stood, grabbing my robe. “This isn’t a game, Theon.” I walked a few distance from the bed to give us some space. “I never said it was” He answered “I don’t know how it happened, but I think I want this to be real. I trust you when I shouldn’t. It’s crazy but it’s how it is”

There’s only this heavy shift into bright colors and sharp shapes. In my dreams, I’m sitting by the balcony of the throne room back home, and someone is right beside me. At first, it’s Levi, wearing the same suit he wore the night he rejected me. Soon, it changes to Arthur, who looks the way he did when we made love and when he marked me. Then, it turns to Rhysand, who reaches out to me with a sly smile and his hand aiming for my neck. . . . "Arya."