Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Self Insert Novels & Stories

I turned away with a blush, “no.” “Come on darling, you don’t have to be shy with me,” he said. I twisted my lavender hair around my finger, “it feels like cheating if I go to a blood bar.” “Feed from me then,” he offered. “That’s even worse,” I admitted. He looked offended but didn’t say anything. Noah has been by my side this whole time my mates have been missing. I knew he loved me, but I couldn’t have feelings for anyone else without it feeling like a betrayal.

I said, my voice almost a whisper. “Don’t lie.” But, He didn’t pull away. That was my sign. So cold. So clipped. My heart should’ve trembled... but instead, it raced. Not with fear, but exhilaration. “I’m not lying,” I said, voice trembling, adding a quiver to my lower lip for good measure. “I’ve changed, Aegon. After everything, I... I realized I never stopped caring about you.” “Don’t.” That single word was a dagger to the chest. But I smiled inside. The sharper the blade, the deeper the wound when it finally twisted.

he growled, pulling me toward him. "I don’t understand! Maybe Suzanne is the one you’re talking about!" I shouted. He forced me onto the bed. "Let go of me!" I screamed. "Stop resisting. We’ve done this many times!" he growled. "I’m not Suzanne! I’m her twin! Please!" I begged. He didn’t believe me. When he forced himself into me, I felt unbearable pain. "Fuck!" he muttered in shock. "I told you... I’m not her," I whispered before everything went dark.

Maybe I was momentarily out of my mind and bought that book in the bookstore, or maybe I was asleep as I picked that book on the shelf. The character I loved the most in the story was the villainess. And now that I have come to realize everything, I am that villainess. I was set on the path of death from the very beginning. However, since I am now in this body, Heather Jade Aczen, I won’t let anything, or anyone, lead me to death – not even Jean.

I shot my head back to beg him to leave me be today, but he was already gone. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths to steady my heart and growing wetness. I can't lose control, not today. I heard girls giggling close by and I wanted to cry. I just wanted a dark corner to sit in and let all my tears out until I was someone else. Someone stronger, more confident, someone that loved themselves. "She actually thinks our Alpha likes her. She is so stupid." "She's pathetic. Blake likes to play with her and she falls for it every time."

Her voice was sharp, "What do you have, Bethany? A burrowed personality and a full-time job trying to decide who to date between Kaelen and Alex? Or is it trying to cover up that ugly face underneath layers and layers of make-up?" Elias took a step forward, covering the distance between her and Bethany with an unflinching gaze, "And yes, Bethany, I do have a crush on Kaelen, and I wrote those fantasies. They're all mine and frankly," Her voice gained some strength and she surged with confidence as a lazy smirk danced along the edge of her lips, "They're a lot more interesting than anything you've ever done or thought in your pathetic life, and that is why you cannot get it out of your head,"

He wasn't trying to save my memories; he was trying to replace them with himself. "You are Ivy Moretti," he whispered against my lips, his voice a low, melodic growl that vibrated in my teeth. "You belong to the Architect. You belong to the Core. If the gas takes your past, I will give you a new one. I will write myself into every blank space in your head." The elevator screeched to a halt on the penthouse level. The air here was clearer, the filtration systems working overtime, but the damage was done. I stumbled out, my legs feeling like lead, my mind a hall of mirrors where every reflection was breaking.

"Madison and I have always been open. You're the one who's always scheming and playing dirty." "Ed—" Edward stiffened suddenly. That had been Younger Me speaking. I pressed on as if I'd lost all strength, saying, "I don't want to stay trapped in the past anymore. I don't want to stay trapped here." I didn't want to keep waking up every night from nightmares filled with a baby's cries. I definitely didn't want to keep living like some kind of criminal, prone to the curses and humiliation of anyone. I had been telling the truth when I said I really had gone back to my own room. But why had no one believed me?

I will not break in front of their cruel insults at all. “I will kill you, f*ckers! I don’t care how you insult me or my curvy body. I love myself, and I don’t need your approval to perform at the Luna survival games. I will win and let all of you ch*ke on your words,” I spat all the words in anger, and their mouth hung open. Slowly, the scene started changing, and once again I was present in the hall with all my gifts around me. I frowned and opened my eyes. I removed the headphones, and Rafael looked at my face with a sweet smile.

But sometimes, I think I like driving myself too far, a point where I wouldn't be able to reach back. My thumb stuck at the delete button, and in the last, I withdraw it. I couldn't do it. I needed to see it again and again, to see what people actually thought about me. What they say behind my back or what was the real truth of everything. I like tormenting myself with the things that made me feel bad. What type of person do that to themselves? Someone knocked on the door, pulling me out of my thoughts which were going wild. I was glad someone knocked. Muttering a little come in, dad came in with a stern face.