Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Entering the living area a little while later, they found Jaime, Ace, Kass, Marcus,Royd Grace, Lydia, and Sansa. The smell of Onyx and Tasha’s combined scents seemed to hit everyone at once, because they were all smiling—even Sansa, despite that it was fake.

"Shame. Lync loved that pepper Arya sipped at her tankard cautiously, between spoonfuls of pie still warm from the oven. Her father sometimes let them have a cup of beer, she remembered. Sansa used to make a face at the taste and say that wine was ever so much finer, but Arya had liked it well enough. it made her sad to think of Sansa and her fathe

His thumb caressed her clit as he fucked her, and it was not long before she felt a blissful wave of climax come over her letting out a delightful scream of ecstasy. Daenerys moved around for his penis began slowly licking his glans. She continued by making her lips around it and licking it in her mouth with her tongue making circles around it. Daario could wait no longer; he must have her. He pushed her down onto the bed and thrust himself into her, wanting wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper and deeper until neither one of them could restrain themselves. She squirted on the bed like dragonfire as he came hard inside of her. Both were breathing hard as valyrian

"The reason I know about the Blood Shadow Pack is that... my friend was one of the women tortured and killed by Alpha Kestrel. Unfortunately, I have no way to prove it." Adding an imaginary "friend" whom Kestrel killed was probably the most idiotic idea I could come up with, but my nervousness and uncontrolled tears somehow made my story seem authentic. Tyrion sighed and stepped back. "I didn't want to upset you or frighten you… Just stick with me the whole time we'll be there. We will cut this visit short unless we find something we can use against this fucker."

In fact, I didn’t want to know what his shit-eating grin could mean. “Well, Gabe gave him Xenia as a gift since she’s part of the guild who killed Myrcella, the little girl who used to call him big brother,” he says, and the grin drops from his face. “And since he couldn’t kill you himself, Gabe gave him the second best option.” “What does that…I don’t understand-”

“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.

Thane asked, and I rolled over the bed, resting my head on a pillow, looking at his face. “I don't know. Arya would just try to make me marry someone else ‘for the sake of my future’.” I hissed, shaking my head. “And what about you?” “Endure my parent's torture until I become a regional Alpha, then shut them out of my life.” Thane said with a very high level of hate in his voice. “We both have shitty parents, don't we?” I scoffed. “We have way too many things in common.” Thane chuckled.

He smelt like thyme and rosemary. The fire in the furnace was burning cheerfully. I rubbed my head against his fur and said, "I have a mate, Finn. He's Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers. I really miss him, but he hates me for being so weak and useless. I guess he just wants to kill me. That's why I run away with you. Finn, Alpha Lucas is a formidable man. Eventually, he will come and take me away from you. When you see him, please run away as fast as you can. I don't want him to hurt you. This is very important for me, Finn. I'd rather kill myself than see you getting hurt by him..."

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

“Theon and I aren't like that. I know it doesn't look to be true given that I was in his bed when you came in and am still in his shirt, but it really isn't what you're thinking.“ “What am I thinking?“ She folded her hands over her chest and raised a brow in my direction. I stopped in my tracks and frowned down at her. “You pretty much said what you were thinking when you compared my relationship with him to that of you and your husband.“ Her face lit up with a grin. “Touché.“ “I need to get ready and head on home, okay? Thank you for well… everything.“ She nodded and pressed her lips together just before I turned and started to walk away. The expression on her face haunted me so I spun back