Daenerys Jon Novels & Stories

Adian POV I twisted and turned on my bed unable to sleep. It's not like I didn't try... but whenever I would close my eyes her crying face appeard making me guilty every time. I know i should have controlled myself and didn't act so rashly. But what's done is done.. it can't be undone anymore. I signed again thinking about Jes words.... How can I call this love when it has been only few days since I met her... I don't know if she is my soulmate or not or this feelings can be given a name but I know for sure that I'll make her mine..... "Amara.... You're mine and only mine" I mumbled myself and dozed off to sleep.

She didn’t flinch. Then the guards grabbed my arms. “No—no, please, she’s pregnant! The child is innocent!” Liora’s voice cracked through the room as she rushed forward, her hands grabbing at mine. “Enough!” Ysara snapped. “The father is not. He is the Alpha of Obsidian—the man who has murdered our kind. You expect us to shelter his seed?” Liora dropped to her knees, hugging me tightly as they tried to pull me away. “Please, Mama, please… Selene is not a traitor. She didn’t know. She’s just a girl—”

A way to spend time whenever she had nothing better to do. The people in the Vault knew her as Red: the fighter who was reigned the champion. Fighters also knew of her identity as the assassin, both her aliases for the fighting ring and as an assassin were, after all, the same. When Bella heard of a new champion being crown while she was away, she couldn't help but see who it was, also feeling the need to know why they named someone the new best without having to fight the former. The brunette walked towards one of the people who managed the fights, pulling her hood down before catching his attention.

The huge doors slammed shut when we were finally alone and the girl dropped the book, observing us with a mix of cockiness and boredom. "You have disturbed me, solely to look at me, Lord Vas?" She snorted. He sighed wearily and placed a hand on my back. "This is my granddaughter, Danae." Red orbs observed me from head to toe and back again. "She has no chi. Ordinary. Weak." She decided with her gaze that found me lacking. I clenched my fists hard and a growl escaped my lips. "And who are you--" Lord Vas squeezed my shoulder tight enough for me to wince. I zipped my lips even if the girl's bored expression seemed to worsen with my outburst. People should learn to discipline children. How coul

"There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think." "Yet how are men to see him, if he is at Storm's End?" Stannis drummed his fingers on the Painted Table. "It is a difficulty. One of many." He raised his eyes. "You have more to say about the letter. Well, get on with it. I did not make you a knight so you could learn to

The fact that a bodyguard watches Turkish movies is more surprising. “Of course.” Eren wobbles, his mouth full with popcorn. “Which season is it?” “Last on.” I reply shortly, observing him while his eyes are plastered on the screen. Even while eating like a monkey he looks so cute. “So.” He swallows everything in his mouth and looks at me. “Delena or Stelena?” Easy question. “Delena.” I choose surely. He raises a brow. “Because?” “Uh.” I trail off, mentally preparing my script. “Damon lits up a fire in Elena. He makes her feel alive, passion and different. They have a strong chemistry and together they are intense.”

The credits of the series we were watching rolled in and I finally stood up to turn off the TV. It was Game of thrones. Now, that was my kind of show, unlike romance. In my opinion, Romance movies were way too cheesy although I watched a good one once in a while. "You hungry?" Lucian asked. I nodded and he smiled. "Get dressed, let's grab food outside." I hightailed for my bedroom. Duh, it's food we're talking about here. I changed into black skinny jeans and a red halter top that stopped just above my navel. Thereafter, I slipped on my black flip-flops. My hair was tied up in a high ponytail and I didn't bother putting on any makeup.

Or smirk, I don’t know. Her face flashed again and I am entirely sure now that that was a smirk. A freaking “my grandson is hot af, isn’t he?” kind of a smirk. Jane, the High Priestess and doggie’s grandmother, has cerulean eyes and silver hair styled in the likes of Emilia Clarke’s Daenerys Targaryen in the HBO show “Game of Thrones”. I haven’t yet watched the eighth season because I couldn’t find any television in this room. I hope the T.V. here has an annual HBO premium subscription so that I can also binge “Sex and the City”.

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

But the Hesmians always won the battles and saved the nation. Danyel's ancestry: Prince Danyel's great grandparents were Empress Pruthvi and Prince Sukha. Empress Pruthvi was the 19th empress regnant of Hesmia. She had an older brother who died in his childhood from food poisoning. Then, Empress Pruthvi was appointed as the heir presumptive. There was a conspiracy theory that said that it was the Empress who poisoned her brother to get the throne. But at the time the crown prince died, Pruthvi was only 11 years old. Vathri Desmith- the empress' best friend since childhood had described how Pruthvi wept over her brother's death in her diary.