Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Jon Snow And Daenerys Novels & Stories

“You say that now. But your heartbeat says otherwise. I can hear it, you know.” “I’ll fight it,” she whispered. Jon leaned in slightly, his voice a low, mocking purr. “Oh, I hope you do. This will be so much fun.” Their faces were inches apart. The bond snapped tight like a wire pulled to the edge. His eyes flicked to her lips, then back to her eyes and then too her lips. “You almost kissed me,” he murmured. “I’d rather die,” she hissed. He grinned. "Don’t be so dramatic. I was just about to tell you how pretty your mouth looks when you're about to cry."

[Male lead name: Daniel] [Female lead name: Kayla] -*-*-*-*- Outside the decent apartment in the basement, the chilling snowflakes were falling like any other usual day. The whole road was covered with white snow till six inches, which could freeze anything except the emotions of a couple madly in love. Daniel was playing team fight tactics with his friends online, his cursing was heard all the way around the apartment because the duo stayed all alone in their love nest.

His voice was tense and had an edge to it as if he was clenching his jaw tightly when he answered. As soon as I hear it, my heart flutters in response. I’ve never felt this relieved to hearing his voice before until now. It brought a sense of security to wash over me instantly. “Alex, this is Daniel. I’m the right hand of Lord Z. I have someone here in the name of Jennifer Snow. I was told she’s your wife and well, let me just tell you what a hotness this girl is. Mmmhmm I mean her red wild her is like an igniting fire, don’t get me started on the body because that will take forever to properly do her any justice, and not to forget those green eyes that are to die for, so the question is are

Gods, she was as hot for him as he was for her. Jon’s hands slid under her hips and crushed her to him. Their kiss never losing its passionate heat. He stumbled to the small hallway, and she used her hands to guide them into the small bedroom. Where Jon laid her out on the bed and closed the door. “Too many clothes. Off.” He was pulling at his own clothes as he watched her through half-closed eyes. His boots and jeans quickly followed his shirt. As a shifter, he didn’t bother with underwear. His socks disappeared from his feet as he introduced his obvious interest in her. With a slow squeeze of it with his hand, Jon watched Janie toy with her clothes. “I said off. If I take them off, they wo

The night tasted like ash and fury. Veyra stood barefoot at the edge of the cliff, the wind thrashing her cloak against her legs as if the skies themselves mourned. Below her, the forest bowed in silence, shadows swallowing the trees whole. Jon was alive—but barely. His wounds, carved by Nyros' wrath, had turned her blood to ice. She had never heard him scream like that. Not even during the war with the Obsidian Fang. She could still see his face as he was carried back to Nightveil—bruised, bloodied, breath shallow. She had touched his broken chest, her hands trembling, and whispered his name over and over until her voice gave out. That had been the last crack in her restraint.

James asked, finding me alone on the balcony. "Just remembering," I said. "Your father and I used to dance at every party." "You still could," James pointed out. "I'll dance with you." We danced and I tried not to notice how much my tremors affected my balance, but James held me steady. "Thank you," I said when the song ended. "For what?" James asked. "For being a good son," I said. "For building a life that would have made your father proud." "I learned from the best," James said.

he says, taking a sip of his coffee. “And so I moved on with Enzo; he helped me actualize my dreams, and we promised to be mated, but after the Canix…” he mutters, and Myra knows how the story goes from there. “I'm so sorry, Jorah.” “I'm sorry too; it seems that we both can’t get our dreams since they are both wrapped around Navori's fingers, huh?” He says with a teary smile, and Myra finds herself cleaning her tears.

"They're mine too! How could you put them in danger like that? How could you keep such information away from me? You know you would have been safe with me than in the blackthorn pack. I would have moved heaven and earth to keep you all safe. So why, for God's sake, why didn't you tell me? Why did you deny me the knowledge of my children? Why Odessa? Why did you betray our love like that?" "Don't talk to me about betrayal when you betrayed me first!" I hissed. To my shock, my eyes were watery with tears that were threatening to fall. The lump in my throat was impossible to swallow. "You got another woman pregnant! Did you expect me to sit still? To come be with you while you took care of your

Snow joked, patting Isleen. “My other friends Emma and Hannah couldn’t join us today since they are busy with work. Let’s just go now.” Snow said and went to me to link her arms. “You must be hungry from your trip. I had prepared dinner for you.” I grabbed Theon to my other hand and we walked to the shore. “Don’t look at them,” Theon said jealously. “I am not. You know I only have eyes for you. And they are all with their wives.” I assured him. And he nodded.

Pulling away from her, I grab her chin to make her look into my eyes, "you needn't worry, lovely. I will take care of everything." She doesn't say anything as she brushes her lips against mine, my chest rumbling in approval of her boldness. Her small moan of pleasure allows me to deepen the kiss, my tongue licking past her lips, intertwining with hers in a beautiful dance as I push her against the couch. ************************************ UNKNOWN POV Jonah's nemesis closes the red door, leaving his daughter in the room with her mate as a small reward for finding Alaric and Cynthia's daughter. He has one more task to complete before they conclude their business.