A Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Or a dish that you liked? “What the hell do you mean by that?” Apparently, my questions had surprised him beyond measure because now he looked like I was the crazy one “How can you not know who the hell Sansa is? Have you never heard of the Starks? Game of Thrones?” “Did you name it after a fictional character, then?” I said without carrying still looking apprehensive at the big dog with gray fur and blue eyes that kept in the same position, "And it's female, right?" With an exasperated sound, Louis pulled away from me to take the bed back and place it on the side of the living room couch and where Sansa immediately lay down.

Immediately the beta stepped forward to me his eyes blazing, the others all narrowed in on the circle they had created around us. Peta instantly held his hands up toward us in an attempt to defuse the situation, “Elijah, this is Adonis Thorin, please stand down,” and the plea in his voice suddenly made the beta narrow his eyes as he stared me down, “Why would Adonis Thorin be wanting to come and take Arya from our grounds, what business does she have with him?” smirking I instantly felt my body tense at his words, “She’s my mate.”

You are doing that just to make me jealous right? I gasped, “Wow, you suit each other. Both insane. How did you even think of that delusional idea?” He grabbed my hand, and looked at me softly, “wanna escape from Him?” I reached out to him and slapped him. “You bastard! I am done with you. You do ‘t even appeal to me a long time ago! I didn't even remember you existed! Haha, I regret that I even find you attractive because compared to Theon, you are worth nothing. You don’t even level to him!”

The facts made me shiver because they were true in a way that hurt. He continued, "My mother is my father's soulmate." He said it like it was a fact that I was supposed to know. There was pride in his voice. "Ever heard of the red wedding, Mi vida?." My heart chilled, my mind conjured up faint images of that one Game of thrones Episode. He was oblivious to the expressions on my face as he oh so graciously continued. "When he first met her it was on her wedding day, she was getting married to a man that owed my father money." He sighed almost in awe. "It was a bloodbath love and he got married to her on the same day making her husband the ring bearer"

' This earned him quite the glances as many wondered why he was behaving like this. Lavana, who had abruptly awakened, gotten comfort from her mate and was about to doze off again on the comforting chest of her mate, was moved to attempt standing but her mate stopped her. She looked at him in disbelief, pointing at Tyrion. Hearing the word 'Father' had made her open her eyes wide. "That... That's your son?" "Yeah," he replied smugly. "Told you you won't be able to hug him." She sighed in defeat as she dropped her hand. "You win."

he asked but he was met with a deafening slap from his father, he held his ear in disbelief “What was that for?” he almost yelled “How dare you make Jaqen talk down on me? You are not man enough to either look for a bride that will increase your connection? Why are you going after his maid? Are you that lowly?” Beta Loras scowled at him “I didn’t know she was going to be his maid, she was the first person to show me affection and extended her hand to me. Everyone treated me like I was invisible because I didn’t disclose my identity but she didn’t mind all that, is it a crime to want someone like that?” he yelled back

"Do you know something?" Finally, he admitted, "The truth is, she's become a VIP player in LoveLogic." "Oh, really?" This was news to me. I had assumed Jane was occupied with office work, not immersed in the virtual world of LoveLogic. "She's been... pursuing Bronn as her boyfriend in the game." At first, I didn't see anything particularly concerning about this. Jane designed Bronn's character. But Jakob's next words caught me off guard. "Sarah, I think she’s in love with my brother. Actually, she confessed to Bronn when they met recently."

“Then why didn’t it call you when I was starving and homeless? When I fainted in another pack’s territory? When I cried myself to sleep wondering how I would keep my babies alive?” His face twisted. “Enough.” “No,” I said. “You will listen. Because this—” I gestured between us. “—this fantasy you’re clinging to? It’s built on my pain.” He turned away, pacing the room. “You’re too emotional.” “And you’re too selfish,” I shot back. He stopped near the bed and looked down at Daenerys, who stared back at him with wide, innocent eyes. “She looks like you,” he murmured.

Tharros answered, sitting up slightly. “Are you sure?” she pressed, watching as the shaking slowly stopped. “Believe me, love, he wouldn’t hurt her. He loves her too much. He even went as far as lying about some made-up tradition just to keep her close. That’s how deep he’s in.” Nyxoria smiled softly, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. “And you?” she asked quietly, glancing up at him with a small, teasing smile. “Do you love me like Vyrelen loves Dika?”

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.