Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Have you not told her, my Lord? Lyanna, your so-called Drake is not my brother and his name is not even Drake. I am his girlfriend and secretary. Let's end this drama now. It was pretty much exciting, even though I nearly ruined it. Shall I change into it, boyfriend?" "Why not? We are spending the night together, here in my bedroom, Alicia. Haven't you waited long enough for me and for this?" She sways closer to him, I watch them. She throws her hand around his neck then kisses my Drake. I gasp then trails back until I sit on the bed. I cover my ears then yell, "the two of you shouldn't do this, please. What's going on, am I dreaming?" "You are not dreaming, it would be better for you to go

“I heard the rumors, that Athena left a confusion spell under your pillow, I heard it was supposed to make you go crazy?” “Yeah, I guess I'm just lucky to have been saved” my face filled with a pretentious smile. “You were truly lucky” she laughed, immediately her face etched with seriousness. “Cut the crap, Rachel, today is finally my day, do not try anything funny, you might have fooled the entire pack about the confusion spell to change your game plan, but let me warn you plainly, Athena might have ignored you, that's why she failed but Arya will not, I will kill you if you get in my way again, I will marry Daniel today and all you have to do is watch me do it” Arya glowered at me.

I breathed out. “If that’s what you think then fine, but I don’t think so. I’m asking this with a clear mind” I stood, grabbing my robe. “This isn’t a game, Theon.” I walked a few distance from the bed to give us some space. “I never said it was” He answered “I don’t know how it happened, but I think I want this to be real. I trust you when I shouldn’t. It’s crazy but it’s how it is”

TyrionTim Packed around in his living room, he was tired of having to pretend to be in love with Cameron. What he wanted was her position, that would have been his if she didn't turn out to be the Alpha's daughter. Now the only way he can keep up with his pretense is to accept the arranged marriage that Cecilia threw at him. At first he thought it was going to be easy since Cameron wanted nothing more than to exert her revenge on the man who hurt her but ever since Liam appeared back into her life, she seems to have forgotten about her feelings for him.

The burn blends with pleasure, my body craving more. He pushes his cock in, inch by inch, and I moan around Kaelen, overwhelmed, Zane’s thrusts rocking me forward, Ardyn’s filling me back, Kaelen’s cock hitting my throat. Fuck, I’m their center, their everything. My fangirl soul’s screaming, this is better than any fanfic, and it’s mine. “More,” I gasp, pulling off Kaelen briefly. “Everything...don’t hold back.”

“Then why didn’t it call you when I was starving and homeless? When I fainted in another pack’s territory? When I cried myself to sleep wondering how I would keep my babies alive?” His face twisted. “Enough.” “No,” I said. “You will listen. Because this—” I gestured between us. “—this fantasy you’re clinging to? It’s built on my pain.” He turned away, pacing the room. “You’re too emotional.” “And you’re too selfish,” I shot back. He stopped near the bed and looked down at Daenerys, who stared back at him with wide, innocent eyes. “She looks like you,” he murmured.

I hear Winter copying my words and repeating them with her name. Darius stands, staring at me. "Say it!" "Fine. I, King Darius Isaiah Blackthorn of the Celestial Monarchy pack, agree to be rejected by you, Xenia. Athena. Thornblade of the Mooncrest Pack.” Pain spears through me, but it doesn't work. "It didn't work, make him say it." "I can't make him." "Darius! Now. I, Xenia Athena Thornblade of the Mooncrest Pack, reject you, King Darius, Isaiah Blackthorn of the Celestial Monarchy Pack.”

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

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."

The mark of my hand appeared on his cheek, but it only made him look alive, and untamed by my defiance. It made me realize Darius wasn't dazed by how stubborn and resilient I was. He loved it, he enjoyed it, this is why he keeps poking my nerves, to see me fight back, knowing I would never win. “You are a monster, a sick one!” I screamed at him and made for the door, storming out of his room and slamming the door hard.