Best 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.

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 reason I know about the Blood Shadow Pack is that... my friend was one of the women tortured and killed by Alpha Kestrel. Unfortunately, I have no way to prove it." Adding an imaginary "friend" whom Kestrel killed was probably the most idiotic idea I could come up with, but my nervousness and uncontrolled tears somehow made my story seem authentic. Tyrion sighed and stepped back. "I didn't want to upset you or frighten you… Just stick with me the whole time we'll be there. We will cut this visit short unless we find something we can use against this fucker."

He was dead serious. He was actually, seriously proposing that I—Myra Rossi, the girl who still had fucking stuffed animals (no offense to Mr. Dragon) on her bed—was going to marry Zyran Theon. The man whose gaze could freeze hell over. The man who had visited our house for years and had never once strung more than two words together in my direction. The man whose very silence felt like a physical dismissal, making me feel like a stranger in my own home, fucking non-existent.

He smelt like thyme and rosemary. The fire in the furnace was burning cheerfully. I rubbed my head against his fur and said, "I have a mate, Finn. He's Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers. I really miss him, but he hates me for being so weak and useless. I guess he just wants to kill me. That's why I run away with you. Finn, Alpha Lucas is a formidable man. Eventually, he will come and take me away from you. When you see him, please run away as fast as you can. I don't want him to hurt you. This is very important for me, Finn. I'd rather kill myself than see you getting hurt by him..."

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

“Theon and I aren't like that. I know it doesn't look to be true given that I was in his bed when you came in and am still in his shirt, but it really isn't what you're thinking.“ “What am I thinking?“ She folded her hands over her chest and raised a brow in my direction. I stopped in my tracks and frowned down at her. “You pretty much said what you were thinking when you compared my relationship with him to that of you and your husband.“ Her face lit up with a grin. “Touché.“ “I need to get ready and head on home, okay? Thank you for well… everything.“ She nodded and pressed her lips together just before I turned and started to walk away. The expression on her face haunted me so I spun back

DRACO'S POV I stared down at her, chest still heaving from the violent rush of my second release, watching the way her chest rose and fell in frantic, ragged gasps. The sight of her... kneeling on the bare floorboards, lips bruised and swollen, with my seed dripping obscenely from her chin, sent a jolt of dark, intoxicating electricity straight through my veins. Fuck!, I was already addicted. The mere thought of letting her walk out of this room, of handing her over to the wolves or throwing her out into the cold streets, made a vicious, possessive knot tighten in my gut.

“Someone has to.” Elior exhaled slowly. “And you think that someone is you.” She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped closer, the air around her shimmering with raw energy. “I was the only one willing to see it for what it was. We keep fighting, breaking, bleeding, all for a throne that should never have existed in the first place. But now, we can shape something better.” Bram scoffed. “And I suppose you already have a plan?”

Mike POV Knox's pull on my hair stung like a mother fucker, the pressure on my shoulder almost excruciating, but none of it compared to the pressure building in my head; my brain felt like it was about to explode in a scene that would rival that of the Viper and the Mountain from Game Of Thrones! Although I am sure, I would have no one avenge my death!