Daenerys Targaryen Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her scent got stronger, sharper, as though she was just a step away from me, then suddenly—it was gone, as if she didn't exist! “What the fuck?” Both Czer and I growled out. No! No! I can't lose her! Not again! I hurried my steps as Jarvis followed behind. As we approached, a grave scene before us stopped us from moving forward. The bodies of black beasts were scattered around, as if someone had made a path of their bodies. This style—I know it. I may not know Daenerys closely, but I have seen her fighting in battles. She is aggressive and a deadly warrior. A war queen she was.

They both break the kiss and look at the pack. In the night, Xandier looks at Darcy who is wearing a red sexy lingerie. She is looking at him with a sexy smile. She removes her panties and bends on the bed on four legs so that her ass and her hole is visible to him. He gets excited seeing her in that position and he gets a hard on erection. He is not able to take the throbbing pain anymore. He removes his pant and directly enters inside her hole. Darcy stops herself from hissing in pain. She doesn't want to come out as weak infront of him. She wants him to think of her as strong in every way. She bites her lips to suppress the sudden pain. Xandier starts thrusting deep into her making her mo

Khaleesi's pov; "Please! Khaleesi please! You can't do this to me. We've known each other for years and have shared the same thing! Please don't kill me. Spare me!" Dan's cowardly cry and plea to be spared was like the sound of a bug in my ears, pestering me and asking to be let go. One sniff and all I could smell was blood. The blood of his fallen warriors and not even one of my mine or neither Aodhàn's around us.

"Say that again," Demi said. "From the beginning." "I already said it twice." "You said it at your speed, which is faster than most people's thinking speed." Demi sat cross-legged on her bed, both hands wrapped around a mug gone cold, eyes fixed on Nora with the focused stillness of someone managing something large. "The crown prince of the Vael bloodline asked you to be his fake fiancée." "Anchor. The legal term is anchor." "I understand the legal term. I'm using the human one because I need to process this in a language my brain actually speaks." She set the mug down carefully. "And you signed it."

His hands were like fire, burning every inch of skin he touched, and at that moment, the thin line between hate and want became blurred. "You're so beautiful, Arianna," Ryker whispered, his elongated fangs grazing my neck in a way that made a knot tighten in my nether region. "So perfect. And you're all mine." I bit my lips so hard I tasted blood, to stop any sound from coming out, but a treacherous whimper escaped my lips. Ryker stopped what he was doing, and his seemed to bore into my soul, as if he could see the very depths of my fear. And then, without another word, he stood up, his eyes never leaving mine.

Yasvie broke into tears. “No way, Yasvie. We won’t part until death. This princess Fiona…uh, whoever is not going to survive here. I will make sure she won’t marry me. Those princesses in frolicking dresses are so easy to defeat. I am sure this one is going to be an ugly, weak, annoying freak.” Danyel said in disgust. He knew nothing about the person that he was speaking about.

“Whatever are you thinking of Dae?” “I am thinking… I am thinking that it’s me, not you, Tarra,” I told her. “I am thinking that you are the brethren heir to mankind’s kingdom, and meant to rule Uyan Taesil, whereas I am the lamb chosen to make love’s sacrifice with Intuin Desparen and end the slaughter.” “Dae…” She turned away, her eyes scanning the trees around her. “Now is not the time for this. We’ve already had this discussion. It’s just… ludicrous. How could it be you?”