Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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."

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."

"Worried he'll come looking for you again?" I shook my head. "No." I looked toward the distant snow-capped mountains. "I was only thinking of who I used to be." The girl curled up in a servant's room, clutching a few thin bills, dreaming of buying back her mother's brooch. The girl who stood in the rain, splashed with mud by passing wheels, and still tried to make excuses for Adrian. She had suffered so much. But thank goodness, she had finally made it here. The white flowers in the greenhouse were in full bloom.

I started, taping on his wrists that hung above his head with the scalpel, stepping closer to him, locking my eyes on his darkening hues, wanting him to see the truth in my eyes. "I will flay the skin from your bones, from the bloodied stumps up to your neck!" Satisfaction washed over my face seeing the fear settle behind his eyes. "Let's see what colour this piggy bleeds shall we!" "You have seen Game of Thrones, I assume?" Alec added from behind our little piggy. "You will answer my brother!" I stated, tracing the chubby curve of his lips with my blade catching the skin on his cupid's bow purposely, letting the blood trickle down his lips into his mouth.

I picked the pen up again and continued writing as I spoke. “I like marking you. Biting. Leaving bruises that last days so you feel me every time you sit or move. I like denying you. Making you wait. Making you beg. I like the way you look when you’re so far gone you can’t form proper sentences. I like breeding talk. I like filling you and keeping you full. I like the idea of training you slowly — more rope, deeper submission, longer scenes, bigger stretches when you’re ready — but only at the pace you can actually take.”

Not enough for me. Never enough. Varek crossed the room slowly before stopping beside the broken archway overlooking the ravine. “You underestimated them.” “No,” I answered quietly. “I underestimated her.” That seemed to interest him. “You hate her more than the Alpha.” A laugh escaped me softly. “You still think this is about Darius?” “Isn’t it?” I looked toward Ironfang again. Toward the distant territory lights hidden beyond the trees. “She walked into Ironfang.” The words left my mouth colder than intended.

"Actually, it's fifty-two." "Anyway, it was fast. Did you run from home?" "I did." I lean at the sofa, then look at the TV. "You're watching 'Game of thrones'? You said it was nasty, over sexual, bloody." "Not just that. There's so much cruelty," she drops a popcorn in her mouth. "But I kinda like it now. Ha ha." "Anyway, what's up with Charlie?" "He didn't tell you? He got dumped. Pretty amazing though," she laughs.

Whatever. Unknown Pov I walking down the street thinking about my love life when I sighted the girl that Jace was talking about... That he's inlove with eeew, I feel like puking, how can he leave me for a lowlife and a famous girl who I think doesn't even like him. FYI Jace was my ex, well, he left me before he even met that thing, she's lucky she's famous, if not she'd be gone by now.

he started, a mischievous smirk crossing his lips. Dear Goddess! Now I was certain that I did NOT want to hear that story at all! Nonetheless, I didn't want to carry on my childhood story even more. I forced my lips to form an odd, half-smile and listened. "I went to a training camp with Tyrion," he said, keeping a smirk on his mouth. "She was one of the pack's Gamma's daughter. She just turned eighteen and was three years older than me. She kept babbling about the Blood Moon and finding her mate. She said that she was keeping her virginity for him. I thought she was hot, and I decided that she would be mine no matter what. It took me a while, but we spent a night together. Then, a week late

As Navori hugs him, the word feels like his tongue burns, and his body stiffens. “Yes, yes, yes,” she screams with glee. “Yes, I will be your Luna!” She mutters while Jorah stares, perplexed, at the shocking proposal. As Jorah whispered under his breath, 'What the hell are you doing, Draven?'