Best Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I whispered, soothing her tears. You know perfectly well who I am, Vienna, for we are cut from the same cloth. My blood courses through your veins and the thoughts in my mind are mirrored in yours. That’s why I love you, even though I never loved your mother; you remind me of myself. But in the end, it won’t be you sitting on my throne. It will be Cercei, my firstborn, the child of the woman I adore. She possesses a heart none of us can match, and she holds the North at her feet. Through her, my legacy will endure, and my empire will thrive. We only need to show her where she truly belongs, for she has been betting on the wrong side.

The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress. "Enough," Draco growled. The sound was deep, vibrating against my back as he effortlessly hoisted me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. The world tilted violently... the room, the brothers, the opulent lighting all spinning into a blur. "Draco!" Daemon laughed, though there was a frantic edge of surprise in his tone. "Don't be such a miserable bastard. She was just getting to the fun part." "I am finished with the pleasantries," Draco bit out, his voice a low, terrifying rasp that sent a jolt of genuine fear... and something far more complicated, straight to my core.

I was dreaming about having sex with Mikkeli for a long time, but I kept pushing these thoughts away from me, especially since everybody seemed to be against that idea. But I know I can't take it anymore. I refuse to accept his suffering; I refuse to watch him suffer. I would prefer our relationship to progress slowly, but I no longer have the comfort of deciding about it, and neither does Theon. "Mates are created in the heavens; isn't that what you all believe? I am his mate, I was created especially for him, and he was created especially for me so he will not hurt me. I just have to be sure he won't mark me because I don't want to tie him to me for eternity if he still has any doubts abou

You know, it's disrespectful to the queen of the iron throne that you are here and I can't be there," he added. He gave her a hug, and they had a passionate kiss. They shared another kiss, but this time the atmosphere was strong, with two lovers' sexual thoughts and desires filling the room. They desired more. When Naomi pulled him over, their bodies were overcome with goosebumps after a burst of light passed through their heads. The kisses they exchanged travelled from the east to the west, then to the south and back to the north. Her breath was closely linked to the speed, and she was already riding to paradise. They moaned for joy as Prince Kohl Joystick produced amazing moments while she

“How about this, boys? We blindfold the little Crown whore. Take away her sight completely. Make her guess whose fat cock is stretching that greedy pussy. Turns the whole thing into a filthy game. Makes her squirm even more.” Reaper growled in his throat,“She’s mine. I don’t share my property well.” Thorn smirked, stepping closer to me. “You don’t have to share her heart, big guy. Just her sloppy holes for one long night. Imagine it..her moaning and whimpering, not knowing whose thick cock is buried balls-deep in her cunt. The breeding will be so much hotter when she’s lost in the dark, begging like a desperate cock sleeve.” Rage grunted in approval. His hungry eyes raked over my trembling b

TyrionTim Packed around in his living room, he was tired of having to pretend to be in love with Cameron. What he wanted was her position, that would have been his if she didn't turn out to be the Alpha's daughter. Now the only way he can keep up with his pretense is to accept the arranged marriage that Cecilia threw at him. At first he thought it was going to be easy since Cameron wanted nothing more than to exert her revenge on the man who hurt her but ever since Liam appeared back into her life, she seems to have forgotten about her feelings for him.

I get to kiss and make up later in bed. “I don’t like you very much right now, Brandon Stark. You are my least favourite person.” “I love you very much right now and always, Elna Amahle Stark. You are my favourite person always.” She throws me a smile. Naughty woman. “So, why are we pretending to be angry at me today?” She says nothing to that but her shoulders tremble with laughter. I love our new dynamics. We are doing right this time. We are also doing it much better.

Then leaned in and whispered against my lips, "Because tomorrow, when they all bow to the fake one—I'll bring the fire to the throne. And you'll rise from the ashes." My lips trembled. "I am nervous—!" "Don't be, jaan." His hands cupped my cheeks, dark hunger flaring in his gaze. "I'm going to take everything that was always fucking yours. And then I'll ruin you. Slowly. Sweetly. Right after they scream your name." My heart was pounding in my chest. I wasn't ready for this twist in my life. ___________________________ I woke up in silk sheets, already dressed in a deep maroon nightgown Zayan must've put me in after I passed out from exhaustion.

Aaron sat still in the parlor waiting for her to come back, he kept imagining how happy and hyped he has been feeling since he came by to Cercei’s apartment, he has been feeling extremely elated to see Cercei, he was expecting to come see her probably still in bed Or probably all covered up in a big cardigan and a long pyjamas trousers but he came and met a Cercei looking all brightened and sexy as ever.

“It’s just the wind, baby girl. It makes my eyes water.” She studied me the way only a child can, it felt like she could see straight through the lie, cataloging every crack. “You always say that when you’re sad.” I wrapped both arms around her tighter. Her heartbeat fluttered against my forearm like a trapped bird. Daemon reached up, clumsy fingers finding my cheek. Wet. He frowned at the moisture on his skin, then looked at his sister as if asking permission to be scared too. I kissed the crown of his head. Baby shampoo and sweat. Then Daenerys’s temple. Salt. “I love you both bigger than the sky,” I whispered. “You remember that, okay?”