Game Of Thrones Fanfic Novels & Stories

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

The door opened on her side, and she quickly stuffed the papers into her bag as Alexander extended his hand. "Isn't this a bit much?" she whispered as she took his hand, trying to ignore how warm his palm felt against hers. "Isn't this a bit much?" Isabella hissed as she stepped out, smoothing her navy dress. “Darling, we're about to convince my family that you've somehow managed to reform the infamous Alexander Elysian. We need to be disgustingly in love.” His fingers wrapped around hers before she could pull away, and Isabella reminded herself this was all part of the show.

“Is that what this has all been about? You disrupted my wedding and kidnapped me, bringing me here so you could feel important and rub it in my face that you killed my family.” Sergio didn’t speak. “You let me believe I was nothing. Then you chained me to your side, gave me knives, maps, riddles... like I was a pawn in some twisted game.” He finally stepped forward. “You are simply here as payment for a debt owed to my family... You were never a pawn I chose.” “Then what am I?” she asked bitterly. He looked at her sadly. “You're the queen that was never meant to rise.” ************************************************** Suddenly, the manor’s alarm pierced the quiet.

I can read her thoughts by her face. "Meddieee... You woke up, how are you feeling, are you ok? " Arya asked. As soon as I heard Arya I instantly recalled what happened to the girl named Arya in the fanfiction... Coz only Arya used to call Medusa as Meddieee in the entire story... Arya is the most pitiful character I ever came across till then.. 'NO Fucking Way!! This Cute furr ball had that kind of tragic death! WHY THE HECK ARE YOU SO CRUEL AUTHOR!!'

Adelaide has just met Fenrir Dragmir, a person we all know is Cain but who she doesn't. Let's see how the story unfolds from here on. Please leave your comments, vote with gems, and leave your reviews. A big thank you to everyone that has voted with gems and a big thank you to Wendy N Barett for being a top fan. You can find me as Knightof Nostars on F******k, that's Knightof (space in here) Nostars. You'll find my profile and you can follow the profile. The next two chapters are going to be dropped after this.

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

Tharros answered, sitting up slightly. “Are you sure?” she pressed, watching as the shaking slowly stopped. “Believe me, love, he wouldn’t hurt her. He loves her too much. He even went as far as lying about some made-up tradition just to keep her close. That’s how deep he’s in.” Nyxoria smiled softly, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. “And you?” she asked quietly, glancing up at him with a small, teasing smile. “Do you love me like Vyrelen loves Dika?”

Main characters will change to Arya, Xander, Gael, and Brandon, though there will be appearances from other characters as well. 3. If you're interested, I've made the Spotify playlist that I listen to when writing public: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0Ff2Q8AQ5zlYP3MYFZVQzW?si=978516fc651b4fa2 Even if you don't check out the Spotify list, you should listen to the song Without You by Parachute. It makes me think of what the matebond must be like. 4. I'm looking for anyone who speaks Afrikaans or who knows South African culture who is willing to help me out with Arya's character. Leave a comment and we can work out how to get in touch with each other.

His teeth playing gently with the skin of my neck forced a raspy breath from me and I felt like I was melting in his arms. "Fiona." He groaned, raising his head to show me glowy eyes. "Oct-" I gasped when his hand went lower than the bodice level, "We shouldn't. I am in heat, we should separate." He groaned, his lips muttering gibberish as he opened his eyes again to reveal reddened eyes. The beast. *end of excerpt* Fiona's pov

Air cuts off, pleasure building in the deprivation. "Yours...always...ahh!" I gasp when he loosens, thrusting harder. Our bodies slap together, slick and urgent, moans filling the air...his low grunts, my desperate "Unh, unh, yes!" But he doesn't stop at fucking. No, Theon's twisted games escalate. He pulls out, flipping me onto my stomach, and binds my wrists with the leash looped through the chair's arm. "Stay still, or I'll make it hurt more."