Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Jon Snow And Daenerys Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her face was bright red, tears starting down her cheek as she shook her head frantically. "Don't give me to him!" Leora cried out, pointing a finger at Jon. "I can't marry Alpha Kolton! I've been sleeping with Jon!" The entire courtyard went dead silent. Cain's jaw dropped open. He turned slowly, staring at Jon with wide, disbelieving eyes. "What did you just say?" Jon turned pale as paper. He took three quick steps backward, his hands shaking violently as he looked at Cain. "Alpha... Cain... please... I can explain—"

There’s only this heavy shift into bright colors and sharp shapes. In my dreams, I’m sitting by the balcony of the throne room back home, and someone is right beside me. At first, it’s Levi, wearing the same suit he wore the night he rejected me. Soon, it changes to Arthur, who looks the way he did when we made love and when he marked me. Then, it turns to Rhysand, who reaches out to me with a sly smile and his hand aiming for my neck. . . . "Arya."

Snow’s POV. It’s been weeks now and everything seem like we were now living in an entirely different world. {Or should I go about all over again introducing myself to you} I am Snow Darcy and ever since Jace Steele had rejected me for Hazel Hozier, may her beautiful soul rest in peace, I had given up on Jace and even after her burial ceremony I didn’t even give a single fxck to the man who almost ruined my life. I have been trying not to actually get sway away. I had accepted my life but then Hans Hobbs wouldn’t still let me be.

I pictured him gently leaning in and undoing the buttons of my shirt, slowly revealing my bare hills after carefully removing my jeans and panties… I flushed. 'You do realize that Damon is not here, right?' Snow interjected, trying to make me aware of the reality. However, her words seemed to go unnoticed as my imagination got the best of me... Whether he was physically present or not became inconsequential, as my mind effortlessly conjured a vivid portrayal of him, and that was enough to satisfy me. 'Shush snow, one of our mates is about to tame us.' I said and she sneered. Back to Damon, what was he doing again??? Oh yes…

I say the last part out of breath. Jon doesn't waste another second. Clothes vanished, I didn’t care how. I am bare under him, his hands on my thighs, spreading me wide across the large bed. My back arches when he dips down, licking a long, slow stripe up my center, his tongue flicking wickedly at my clit until I bucked. I barely have time to breathe before he is face to face with me. “Look at me, Aurora,” Jon said. I open my eyes, and there he was. Wild, golden-eyed, trembling with restraint.

Of course, she loves him too. Even though we fúcked every day, her heart still belongs to him. And I will not accept that. I have already claimed her as mine. I refuse to share her love with another man. --- **Snow's POV** Sitting on a large rock, I stared out at the sea, hoping its calm waves would ease the storm inside me. But no matter how hard I tried to hold it in, the pain was too much. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks, my body trembling as I struggled to breathe.

SHARON’S POV The night smelled like cut grass and diesel. Streetlights flickered weak yellow pools across cracked pavement, turning everything into shadows with sharp edges. Daenerys sat between my knees on the curb, her small back pressed to my chest, dragon plush already damp from her tears. Daemon curled against her side, one fist knotted in her sleeve, the other thumb jammed deep in his mouth. His eyelids drooped, then snapped open again every few seconds. He knew. They both knew.

I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose. You are breathtaking mate. Aaron told Snow. And you are very handsome Aaron. Snow giggled. She was acting like a teenager just how I do in front of Alex. He growled in satisfaction. He moved forward to kiss her again but Snow moved out of the way, making him growl at her action once again. If you want me, then you better catch me Alpha. She said before running off. Oh, you don't know how much I love challenges, mate. Especially when you are the reward, with that Aaron set off too.

He stroked her face and prayed to God she would be all right as he continued to kiss her. When he finally stopped, she groaned and her lips searched for his, begging for his touches. Darcy was pleased and fulfilled her wish by kissing her again. This time, she responded by tightening her arms around him and whispering his name. “Darce, you do love me. I’m your Snow.” When he moved his lips back, he whispered, “Yes, you’re my Snow. You’ll always be my Snow.” She seemed to relax at his reply and snuggled deep against his chest as she fell into a deep slumber. Soon, Darcy too fell asleep, hugging her against him, never wanting to let her go.

Alex had exclaimed when we met face to face, "Who are you supposed to be?" "I'm Jon Snow,” said my husband straightening up to the maximum, "What are you supposed to be and why are you carrying those boxes on your legs?" "Because I'm Tyrion Lannister,” Alex snapped, pointing to a mark on his face, "The best character in Games of Thrones." Then I had witnessed one of the funniest and most absurd discussions. The truth is that now Milena didn’t want to take off her costume and wanted to dance and have everyone dance for her.