Book Jaime Lannister Novels & Stories

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

He spit out and I laughed. “You will tell me what I want to know sooner or later.” I motioned for my man to go back to his torture. I would find her and kill Jensen. He thinks he can double-cross me, so he has to pay the price. A few hours later I walked back into the basement where I was keeping the man we had taken, I think his name was Jordan. I didn’t really care what his name was. All I cared about was breaking him so I could go and get what belonged to me. My man had done a real number on him already so I decided to see if he was ready to talk. I walked over to him, he was chained to the wall and looked like he was barely able to hold himself up. His face was covered in blood and he wa

I knew which shadow I could use a little less of. ‘Luz, give him a small part of yourself.’ I could feel Luz’s reluctance to do so, but she let a small part of herself split away from us. I held out what look like a puff of black smoke. Jaime’s eyes lit up at the sight, grabbing a vile nearby to place it in. It was a tiny amount, like a sample amount. Jaime grabbed it and studied it, his eyes lighting up with pleasure. “Fascinating.” He whispered as he swirled it. “Here you go, dear, as promised. Good luck.”

Ore warned and she nodded before they all split to their different teams Prince Jaqen finally came out in his black pants and a black robe, his hair was tied with a head band this time before it was woven at the mouth to prevent it from flowing on his shoulder “He looks so freaking handsome” she blurt out as she saw his entire face, his side view was as sharp as a knife, his nose was pointed and his lips were wide in the moderate amount, his lower lips was thick and the upper one was slightly thick to complement it “will you keep staring at me or will you move so we can start the hunt? We don’t have all day, do we?” he said with his deep voice cutting through her thought and she blinked cont

Her voice trailed off, and Joy glanced up to see the younger woman biting her lip. After spending only a small amount of time with Grace Danvers, Joy had discovered two things: the girl was a brilliant artist but lacked confidence in her own talents, and she was also madly in love with the chef of River’s Bend, Jaime Martínez. Joy had only seen Jaime a few times from a distance, but she couldn’t fault the girl for her taste. He was handsome, tall, and could cook, and he probably saved orphans and nursed puppies in his spare time. If Joy weren’t already preoccupied with her own mess of a life, she’d go after Jaime herself. Well, and if Grace weren’t making goo-goo eyes at him every chance she

Seeing the trace of fear in her cousin’s eyes, Catherine strolled through her call log and dialed her secretary line. When he answered, Catherine, gazed directly into Charles' eyes, giving a smug smile, and said, “Please tell Jamie to come to my office.” The room became quiet as everyone waited. Then after a few minutes, the office door opened and Jaime walked inside with his head bowed. When Mr. Barlow gazed at him, he stood from the chair, walked over to him, and coldly said, “Lift your head!” The moment Jaime did as he was told, Mr. Barlow swung his hand and smacked him hard across the cheek.

She walked to the mirror that was in the room and started cleaning her lips with the wipes Jaime phone rang, it was a text from his personal assistant, Lucian Henry 'Here is what I've found out about the woman you hit this morning. Her name is Olivia Grimes. She is an alcoholic and this is her house address...' "I'm sorry Laura but I have to go now" Jaime said after reading the text "What do you mean?" Laura said confusedly "I really have to go now" Jaime said and rushed out of the room Laura ran after him and started shouting "Love! Love! Jaime" but Jaime neither stopped nor replied When Jaime got to where his car was, he told his driver to go home and headed to the address that Lucian text

Jaime takes the seat in front of him and look at him. Daveryl just noticed, this man is wearing grey colored v-neck long sleeves. And his adams apple looks so... yummy. Ehem, erase that. Jaime is a perfect description of the perfect made of handsomeness. From his eyes that when looking at you, it feels like undressing you. Ehem, erase that again. His thick brows matches his deep black eyes. The perfect shaped nose that perfectly matched with his heart shaped lips. "If you wanted to tell me something, say it. Stop staring at me like that."

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and

He was just lying there, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, his eyes unfocused. I raised my fist for another blow but something stopped me. Maybe it was the sight of his children crying or the knowledge that he wasn’t worth it. I stood up, my hand throbbing with pain and covered in blood. Jaime lie motionless on the ground, his face a mess of blood and forming bruises. "You never deserved her," I said, my voice hoarse. "You're scum, Jaime King. Less than scum." I looked at Laura, who was backed away with her hands over her mouth and the children hiding behind her.