Cersei Lannister Novels & Stories

She was no mere warrior; she embodied a mother’s fierce fury, making her even more dangerous. Remus’s vast empire spanned the globe, but the ruin of his main company dealt a significant blow, requiring considerable time to recover. However, the debt was far from settled; in fact, we had merely scratched the surface. “Sire,” Frank entered my study, wearing a concerned expression. “Miss Cercei wishes to see you,” he informed me, appearing uneasy. “Why?” I furrowed my brow, immediately rising to my feet and going to her room. What vexation had occurred to her now?

"You wear no ring, child. You're here because your father needed a border treaty, not because Logan chose you to stand beside him." Veronica’s face flushed red with indignation. "He's still my fiancé—" "A title isn't a patch," Mama Rosa interrupted, her voice dropping into a low, gravelly warning that echoed off the stone fireplace. She gestured sharply to Nellie, who sat calmly sipping her coffee. "You see Nellie here? Look at the leather cut she wears when she rides. It says Property of Bones. She earned her place through decades of loyalty, war, and survival."

Cersei's heart remained restless, as she felt it stop every second at the thought "what if." Her hands clasped behind her back, her dress flowing freely on the stone floor. Merlinda, seeing Cersei from a distance, could tell she was bothered. Cersei suddenly pulled back by the voice behind her, as she tried to maintain composure. "My Queen, you called for me," Merlinda said, taking a bow. "Rise," Cersei commanded, her gaze fixed on Merlinda. "Thank you, my Queen." "Who is the most formidable metal smith you know?"

She had seen the gilded cage, and part of her hated how its comforts had left a faint, traitorous longing in her bones. The great hall was a cavern, its ceiling lost in darkness, lit by fire pits and torches that guttered in the drafts. Trophies hung on the walls—not tapestries, but the banners of fallen enemies, the massive antlers of mountain elk, and strange, intricate maps carved into wooden panels. At the head of the room, on a simple stone dais, stood a chair made of interlocking elk antlers. Lord Valerius did not sit in it. He stood before a great carved map of the Iron Pass, his fingers tracing lines only he could see.

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

For the past year now, Lizzy has become famous in the city as the most beautiful model, every company is looking forward to having her as their model ***************** Has people sighted Lizzy in OREB'S VENTURES, they couldn't remove their eyes Lizzy was pissed up by the way they were staring at her but she's used to it already People always stared at her, that's one of the reasons she liked disguising. Lizzy entered the main office and went to the secretary office Lizzy is endowed with a perfect body shape, she's a beauty indeed, She has a chocolate color, a firm breast with sexy Hips, bigger Butts, and Curves like a goddess

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

--- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON I am the ruler. I am the next in line, but before I do it. I need to get married. And that woman is Rose Amber. The woman I want to spend my life with. But seeing myself marrying someone makes me a fool. Hurting her is not part of the plan.

“Caithlyn did not know anything about it. She was the chief priestess, you can’t expect her not to know where the king and queen would be going.” “That’s not wht im saying. She might have known, but she knew the original place, she knew the exact location and she was the one that found them. Does that mean she doesn’t know anything about it! Just because she’s your sister doesn’t mean you should defend her like that!” He yelled back at her. “And she’s my mother too. Mind the way you talk about her even if she’s dead.” Arya added harshly.