Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Reading The Books 소설 & 이야기

“Political intrigue, family feuds, questionable decisions made by powerful men who think they’re smarter than everyone else.” “That sounds familiar,” I said dryly. He laughed under his breath. “Exactly. You should read it. I think you’d like it.” I glanced at the next book on the shelf and felt a flicker of surprise. “You have the Game of Thrones books.” “Of course I do,” he said. “You can’t be a pretentious asshole without owning them.” “I like the show,” I said. “But I’m only on season three.” He froze. “You’re joking.”

No, to correct me. “Did you know that the War of Thrones you are currently reading by James Hathwell is actually inaccurate? It is sourced by humans who plainly favor the Gods.” I tried to keep my breathing and voice steady out of respect for him being a Prefect before replying, “Naturally, Ser Orpheus. I was merely curious about the human’s point of view. I have already read most of the credible texts and was completely bored, so I decided to read from other sources, which led me to this section of human-authored texts. Does that clarify my choice for you?”

I cleaned my hair and changed into fresh clothes before washing the jeans and shirt I wore earlier while doing the others too. I grabbed a book I found on one of the shelves and sat on the chair, starting to read out of boredom. As I read, I realized I shouldn't be reading it. With each page I turned, I got redder and redder. I looked around, checking to see if no one was coming. I sighed, smiling before continuing. "That's naughty," the deep voice of Rhaegar said. Rhaegar

“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—”

Fifty Shades of Grey. He remembered the time Rohan came to his house with this exact book, laughing like crazy because his stepdad had caught one of his stepsisters, only twelve years old, trying to read it. The man had lost it. To make things worse, Harry had read some of it out loud, and both Rohan and Skull had nearly passed out from laughing. And now here it was, in Daisy’s hands. Why in the world was sweet Daisy reading this nonsense? And worse… why did the thought turn him on? Jaxon dropped into the seat beside her and noticed how she tensed slightly. “You read this stuff?” he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard.

"Where did the Founders go when the history books were closed? Did they build a golden palace up there, past the stars, where they can sit on thrones and look down at us?" Lyanna smiled, a gentle, resonant warmth lighting up her eyes as she pulled her cloak tighter around his shoulders. She didn't point to the high spires of the academies or the grand government archives where the names of Seraphina and Ryan were stamped in gold leaf. Instead, she reached out and placed her palm gently over the boy’s heart, feeling the steady, rhythmic pulse beneath his chest.

She adjusted her pace without commenting on the adjustment. She read to him in the evenings. This was new. They had never been people who read to each other, both of them having their own relationship with books as private rather than shared experience. But he had mentioned once in the weeks after the diagnosis that he found the evenings long in a way they had not previously been long and she had offered and he had said yes and they had found something in it that neither of them had expected. She read him history mostly. The supernatural history that Lyanna's knowledge transfer had given her and that the archive had assembled over the decades. Old things. The lineages and the decisions and t

Because he’d guessed the real answer without being told. Rory pointed at me. “Overwhelmed? She was overwhelmed by being a secret fan.” “I am not a secret fan,” I snapped automatically. Rory lifted the magazine cover with Jace’s face on it. “You have evidence.” Micah finally glanced up from the book, calm as always. “This is… a lot.” I pointed a finger at him. “Why are you reading my book.” Micah held it up slightly. “It’s good.” “That’s not the point,” I said.

Her hand rested on a familiar book, _The Realm of Ashes_ she recognized it, it has always intrigued her but never really read it. "Nice, isn't it" From the crook of her neck, she felt his heated breath on her. She jolted a little from the heated spark that formed there. Davina turned to him, holding the book. "Hmm. I think so. I've never read it but mother always had it around." "Then you should take it, I know you'll love it." He told her. She smiled lightly, staring into his eyes. His hands moved up, cupping her cheeks. A tingling sensation bolted from where his hands caressed her cheeks. She was surprised at the way her body roared alive, she couldn't help but lean into his warmth.

She’d thought when she read them that they sounded sexy. She’d had no idea. Not clue what it was really like with two men you truly cared about. “I read,” she said. “A lot.” “Cain, my friend. We need to borrow some of this lady’s books.” Cain smiled. He lay close beside Anne, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other holding her hand. “Nah. You were right. We just need to keep the lady.”