Novel & Cerita Best Game Of Thrones Fanfiction

His guards advanced, hands reaching for her clothes as they ripped Ava's gown to shred, her struggles and resistance were useless and her breast dangled naked to the hungry eyes of Joffery who immediately stood up and touched Ava's breasts, whilst her hands were restrained to her back helplessly. “I’ve told you for years, Ava! You’re my property now that I’m Lord Theon! My father told me to marry you, but my mother will not want a wolf girl as the lady of this house, But I can have you as my sex slave anyway so I can do anything I want to that gorgeous breast!” Joffery said with an hysterical laughter... As his eyes gleamed at Ava's breasts which he had fantasied sucking for 7 years now. “No

she muttered and he turned to look at her which made her eyes grew large because she thought he heard what she said, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands and threw her gaze to the side. “as we all know, the deer is the highest in the game, followed by the antelopes then other games follow” The Beta started “with two deer, I am leading followed by Prince falkor, Lady Gaia comes in, then the Luna and finally the Alpha” Beta Loras continued and they all wondered why he didn’t mention Prince Jaqen’s name “Are you taking out my games now or what are you doing?” Prince Jaqen asked immediately

I could feel her across the distance, her heartbeat quickening, her thoughts brushing his like the faintest ripple of fire through ice. And beneath it all, something else — something vast and ancient — stirred in the blood they now shared. My voice was barely a whisper, a prayer or a curse. “If they come for her… let them find me first.” I closed my hand's around the shard. The frost deepened, spreading across the map until the Blue Moon territories were buried under a sheen of ice. Outside, the snow began to fall harder. And far away, in the ice wood pack, Arya’s breath hitched — the bond between them tightening like the calm before the breaking storm.

Isabella's hands shook violently at the sight of the words on her phone screen, her pulse pounding in her ears. *********************************** Alexander Elysian drummed his fingers on the desk as his reflection distorted in its smooth surface. The rising sun painted the sky in hues of sky-blue and orange. He couldn't shake the image of her - the woman from the gallery,off his mind. Her defiant eyes, the way she'd slipped through his fingers. No one outsmarted Alexander Elysian. No one. His jaw clenched. How dare she speak to him like that? Didn't she know who he was?

“It already is.” Elior’s eyes darkened. “Rael, listen to me...” Rael stepped back. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to understand. But the book burned against his skin, demanding acknowledgment, demanding submission. The Hollow Crown does not give. It takes. He sucked in a sharp breath. “If I take it,” he said slowly, forcing himself to meet Elior’s gaze, “what happens to me?” No one answered. The Hollow Crown pulsed, and the air shifted. The choice was no longer his to make. It had already been made.

He growled in my ears, his hot breath fanning my neck. Darius grinned, “Did you think it was going to be that easy? Or did you not wonder why you found that pin so easily?” he said and howled with laughter. “I knew you would fall for it, my little pet.” He said, tracing his fingers down my temples. Realization hit me harder than I expected, my effort to escape was just a sick game the bastard chose to play with me. There was no hope for me, not even the slightest, and he knew it. Every bit of hope I had left died down, but it didn't make me weak; instead, it fueled my anger.

My sister was almost ready and her friends were waiting. The door flung open and the Alpha Prince walked in with Tyrion. Why was he here with the Prince? Was he his right-hand man? Our gaze met and I hissed. Despite my sister bullying me, my hatred for her isn't as deep as the one I had for Tyrion. He left a scar on my heart and I won't ever forgive him for that. As for the Alpha Prince, I will make sure he regrets ever rejecting me publicly that way. He would have done that secretly, but it wouldn't stop him from choosing his mate as well.

She stopped in front of him close, the way the retreat suite had been close, the way every careful distance between them had gradually stopped being a distance at all. "Caspian." Her voice was steady. "I have a mother who calls twice a week and she knows I'm somewhere that makes her daughter sound different on the phone. More certain of something. She hasn't asked what yet because she's waiting for me to tell her." She held his gaze. "I have a thesis that has a third chapter built on a translation you did in two evenings because you saw I needed it. I have a best friend who is three doors from this room and is currently deciding what she feels about a man who left a book on her desk without

His f‌in⁠gers‍ brushed along my j⁠a‍w, bef⁠ore gripping i‍t h‌ard enough to make my bo‌nes ache. “You t⁠hink you’re a pri‍z​e? A possession?” His eyes‌ b‌urned into m‌ine,. “Y‌ou’re w‍orse⁠ than that.‌ Y‍ou’re mine, Arya. An‍d the sooner you understand that, t‌he less it will hurt w⁠h⁠en​ I break you into exactly what​ I want.” The air in the c⁠ar f‌elt suffocating, my lungs r‍efus​ing to work

Alex had exclaimed when we met face to face, "Who are you supposed to be?" "I'm Jon Snow,” said my husband straightening up to the maximum, "What are you supposed to be and why are you carrying those boxes on your legs?" "Because I'm Tyrion Lannister,” Alex snapped, pointing to a mark on his face, "The best character in Games of Thrones." Then I had witnessed one of the funniest and most absurd discussions. The truth is that now Milena didn’t want to take off her costume and wanted to dance and have everyone dance for her.