Game Of Thrones Fanfic Novels & Stories

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

Genre: Explicit Steamy Fantasy Romance | Dragon Shifter | Dark Romance | Delayed Pleasure | Sex Toys Characters: Ziaanat: A headstrong, curious mortal woman with dragon blood she doesn’t know about. Tovian: The unhinged, brooding Dragon King, tormented by centuries of hunger, lust, and a prophecy that names Ziaanat as his only release. . .

thesa: “Yall lack reading comprehension! He literally said always so feisty. My bets are on that they had kinky sex!” @marlowe_cuts: "The fact that he's the one posting it means he's either obsessed or she's got dirt on him. No sane person tags their 'attacker' with a wink-nudge caption!” @vivi.archive: "I missed three chapters of the lore, why is everyone saying prison? Looks like a hickey to me if you squint. This is so Lannister coded” @vantage_point_vick: "The way she’s trying to hide her face in every paparazzi shot but then leaves marks on his neck? Pick a struggle, honey."

I knew how the game was played, and I had watched my sister for years play her game to win her rich mate. Batting my eyelashes at Alpha Jace, I say to him, “No Alpha Jace, the pleasure is all mine.” As I let out a breath, pulling my fan out that my sister had given me, and began to fan myself softly, letting my scent, fan slowly towards him, intoxicating him, with the aroma of my Beta’s blood.

In fact, I didn’t want to know what his shit-eating grin could mean. “Well, Gabe gave him Xenia as a gift since she’s part of the guild who killed Myrcella, the little girl who used to call him big brother,” he says, and the grin drops from his face. “And since he couldn’t kill you himself, Gabe gave him the second best option.” “What does that…I don’t understand-”

The sweet scent of her arousal drove him wild. Unexpectedly, he threw her upward, and her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. ‘STOP!!!’ Thor screamed, pushing past his barrier as the life of his Luna flashed before him. author's note: Chapter 3 will be the last on this story. The next is on a doctor and patient fetish. Imagine your crush being your gynecologist. You've fantasized about stripping before him, spreading those sexy slutty thighs, and showing him how good you are with instructions. Years later, he turns out to be your doctor, and he gives you one simple command: open your legs.

, He was daring to make such questions and pointing them in front of the emperor. " Mate or not... doesn't matter. Maybe a beta can't have ve ma o is free to date me and marry another beta. But I am an Alpha, and no book says that I can't date or marry a Beta. To be more accurate, no book says an alpha can only have an omega as his partner. I know you all have your thoughts and opinion, so I won't tell you to change your perspective. But I do hope that you will not interfere in my business ". Amelia stopped by the flower garden, and Ashley was by her side. She was happy for putting those rapists in prison. But it wasn't the end yet. The real thing has just started.

"As the wedding drew near, when I'd nearly recovered, I learned you were the fiancée Adrian had left unwed all these years." My chest seized. "And you still wanted to marry me?" Lucien looked at me. "The one I wanted to marry was never a daughter of the Valerie family." "It was the girl who went hungry, and still left me her bread." Suddenly I couldn't speak. Snow settled on our shoulders. His hand still steadied me. This time, I didn't pull away. I thought of myself that year, back in the servant's room, pressing a hand to a stomach aching with hunger, curled on the damp bed.

The morning sun bathed the forest floor in a warm glow as we gathered our belongings, the untold chapters beckoning us forward. With each step, the secrets of the past and the uncertainties of the future intertwined, creating a narrative that pulsed with the essence of love, sacrifice, and the enigmatic threads of destiny. ** QUEEN Daliah The morning sun cast a soft glow across the kingdom, and from the window of my chamber, I observed the realm waking to a new day. The vibrant hues of dawn painted the landscape, creating a picturesque scene that momentarily lifted the weight of uncertainties from my heart. As I gazed upon the kingdom below, my eyes caught sight of two figures approaching on

I whisper. "Please what? I can't hear you. This drum must be muffling the sound." "Please keep going." The words taste like shame, like surrender. "Please... please finger-fuck me." "Who's asking?" "I am. Cleo." "Cleo who?" I close my eyes, my cheek pressed against cold metal. "Your stepsister. Please, Jorah. Please finger-fuck your stepsister's pussy. Please make me come." "Good girl." His fingers start moving again - faster now, harder, pumping into me with a rhythm that makes my toes curl inside my socks.