Game Of Thrones Aerys Novels & Stories

"Shame. Lync loved that pepper Arya sipped at her tankard cautiously, between spoonfuls of pie still warm from the oven. Her father sometimes let them have a cup of beer, she remembered. Sansa used to make a face at the taste and say that wine was ever so much finer, but Arya had liked it well enough. it made her sad to think of Sansa and her fathe

I didn't want to be dragged into the middle of any drama. “What about her?” “What do you mean ‘what about her?’ You guys are fucking, that's what.” “So?” I stared at him in disbelief. “Really?” “I don't owe you loyalty, Arya, and neither do you.” “I'm not asking you for loyalty. I'm just asking to not be dragged into whatever love drama you have going on. I don't want to be third person.” “You're not.” He said immediately. “Well she doesn't seem to think so, does she?”

His f‌in⁠gers‍ brushed along my j⁠a‍w, bef⁠ore gripping i‍t h‌ard enough to make my bo‌nes ache. “You t⁠hink you’re a pri‍z​e? A possession?” His eyes‌ b‌urned into m‌ine,. “Y‌ou’re w‍orse⁠ than that.‌ Y‍ou’re mine, Arya. An‍d the sooner you understand that, t‌he less it will hurt w⁠h⁠en​ I break you into exactly what​ I want.” The air in the c⁠ar f‌elt suffocating, my lungs r‍efus​ing to work

"Where is he going today?" ​"To the office. The real one," Ava said, watching my reaction closely. "He mentioned taking you there later. I’d advise you to put on some actual clothes and wipe the 'I just fell in love with my step-villain' look off your face before he gets back." ​"I am not in love with him!" I shouted, the effort making my head throb again. ​"Keep telling yourself that," Ava said, walking toward the door. She paused, looking back over her shoulder. "By the way, Arya Stark survives. But she doesn't do it by crying into a man's neck. She does it by becoming someone else."

Aria POV He was a force of nature, a beautiful, brutal storm of muscle and need, and I was the ground he was determined to break. His thrusts were hard, deep, punishing, a relentless rhythm that stole the air from my lungs and sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. My nails dug into the sweat-slicked skin of his back, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, meeting him stroke for stroke, a desperate, aching need for more driving me wild.

“I saw how he turned into a savage that day at my pub. This Raven is not ready to lose his mate again, and it doesn't matter who stands in his way; he will rid the earth of their scent forever.” I saw a slice of fear pass through Arya's eyes. Then she sniffed and began to wipe her tears with her thumb. I got up and placed a box of tissues in her lap from my desk before returning to my seat. “What do I do now? I had influenced the Assembly into making him pick a human Luna and nominated Azul to be the right choice mate.”

Ares groans. Spurred on by his reaction, I take him further into my mouth till it hits my throat and I gag a bit when it does. I start bobbing my head up and down, enjoying the taste of him and the power I hold over him while I do this. Ares keeps groaning about how good it feels, while Aryan is still eating me out. It isn’t long before Aryan has me reaching the pinnacle of my orgasm and then falling over the edge. The feeling of that is amazing and leaves me breathless but also wanting more. A few minutes after I came undone, Ares releases his seed into my mouth. I swallow it all down, all the while he is telling me how much of a good girl I am for doing that.

My stomach drops as I unfold it, my eyes scanning the words that send ice through my veins: [You know where you need to be if you want to see her again. Oh Goddess, no! I stare at the note, my heart hammering in my chest, the weight of those words crushing me. Osiris’ eyes narrow as he snatches the note from my hand, reading it. His expression darkens, his jaw clenched so tight I swear it’s about to snap. “That motherfucker,” he growls. Nero glances over his shoulder, his gaze scanning the crowd with lethal precision. “Darius,” he spits. “He’s here somewhere.”

It was because I would not buy him expensive toys or let him play on his phone without finishing his homework. The biggest reason was my refusal to allow Leia to be his mother. Even so, when I noticed the slab that was about to fall, I rushed forward without hesitation to shield him with my arms. The slab struck me on my head and left a gaping wound. But he pushed me away and grabbed Leia’s hand. He asked her with a concerned look on his face if she was scared. Williams Taylor burst in with a gas mask, and he was the first to rush over. He got hold of the only gas mask and handed it to Leia.

Sergio rushed after her just as her gasp broke the silence. Before she could recoil further, his arms closed around her, pulling her face into his chest once more. “Shhhh.... ,” he murmured soothingly against her temple, his hands running through her hair. His voice was quiet. Too quiet. Not surprised. Not shocked. Just… resigned. "I never wanted you to see this." But it was already too late. The twisted image of the skeletal corpse with its hollow sockets and its damned gold ring was already stuck Rosy's mind.