Novel & Cerita Best Game Of Thrones Fanfiction

A tear slides down my cheek. “I used to think feelings were a weakness. That needing someone was dangerous. That love was a trap. And maybe it is, but I want to walk into it. You make me want things I never thought I deserve, mornings beside you, fights I don’t walk away from, family time with you and Vera. Marry me, Arya, not for the title, not for the ring but because I don’t know how to breathe without you anymore and I don’t want to try.” He opens the box, revealing the sparkling ring. Tears are already sliding down my face.

Jessica's POV(Special Chapter) Obsession is not a flame. It is a glacier. It moves slowly, carving canyons into your soul, grinding down all other landscapes until only its own implacable, chilling form remains. I have been in love with Ronan Lancaster since I understood what the word "mate" meant. Not love but possession. He was the sun around which my world was meant to orbit. The strength, the legacy, the raw, untamed power of him… it was my birthright. I was Gideon Blackthorn’s daughter. He was Alistair Lancaster’s heir. Our union wasn’t a fairy tale; it was a geopolitical inevitability. A merging of empires.

The fool was blinded by his love for me that he could not see what was happening around him. He could not even listen to Annora. How did I know? How couldn't I know? I had seen the looks she gave him whenever they were in the public. Looks that expressed anger, and because she was my mate—a mate I had yet to reject and would not reject, it was easy to see through her thoughts and know the matter. “Alpha Aegon. The floor is now yours.” The fakest of all smiles remained on my face as Aegon jumped on his feet.

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.

I won't let him see me cry. "Let them go please, I will gladly take any punishment you give me," I pleaded. I really didn't want my friends to be in trouble. Lia was my best friend, and I also saw Jamie and Theon as friends. Even if Jamie and Theon could take staying in the dungeon, I knew Lia couldn't, she was not used to such hardships.

"Tommen?" The world starts spinning around Astrid as she looks at the familiar face in front of her. There is no mistake. Tommen... This is Tommen. Loras' brother. But how... What kind of cruel magic is this? She... she just slept with him. No... she slept with Loras just earlier. She could see his face, his smile, his eyes. That was her love, her mate. When she turned around something changed. It was Tommen hurting her. She feels dirty. Even scratching the skin off her flesh won't make her feel the same again.

“The product review, insulting my husband, and now you also ruined my marriage because you thought it was Gabriel’s influence that forced me to kick you out of the board.” “Linden is just using you.” “And you’re not? It wasn’t enough that you and Tyrion arranged my marriage to Klayton. I almost married that lazy good-for-nothing ass and ruined my life.” “Why, I’m not surprised that he chose to leave you?” “How did you know?” “I only gave him a chance to pick a choice, and he didn’t choose you. Now I believe that he’s not after your money. On the other hand, you deserve better than him.”

Watching movies together could alleviate our chemistry. His eyes studied me for a moment before he leaned back. Dropped his phone on the table and crossed his arms. "What’s your favorite movie?" He asked. I didn't expect that, and I smiled as I responded. "Game of Thrones." "What's it about?" His brow lifted slightly. I grinned. "Noble families fighting for control of the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. It’s full of battles, betrayals, and political struggles—" "Valar Morghulis," he interrupted smoothly.

Air cuts off, pleasure building in the deprivation. "Yours...always...ahh!" I gasp when he loosens, thrusting harder. Our bodies slap together, slick and urgent, moans filling the air...his low grunts, my desperate "Unh, unh, yes!" But he doesn't stop at fucking. No, Theon's twisted games escalate. He pulls out, flipping me onto my stomach, and binds my wrists with the leash looped through the chair's arm. "Stay still, or I'll make it hurt more."

“I heard the rumors, that Athena left a confusion spell under your pillow, I heard it was supposed to make you go crazy?” “Yeah, I guess I'm just lucky to have been saved” my face filled with a pretentious smile. “You were truly lucky” she laughed, immediately her face etched with seriousness. “Cut the crap, Rachel, today is finally my day, do not try anything funny, you might have fooled the entire pack about the confusion spell to change your game plan, but let me warn you plainly, Athena might have ignored you, that's why she failed but Arya will not, I will kill you if you get in my way again, I will marry Daniel today and all you have to do is watch me do it” Arya glowered at me.