Novel & Cerita Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Self Insert

I watch in despair as Declan rushes over to Virgina's side and holds her; she gladly falls into his embrace and sobs into the comforting planes of his chest. Fuck. Maybe I'm not good enough for Virginia! Maybe I'm not worthy. Maybe Declan is better suited for her. "I'm so sorry.." I whisper, and hurriedly exit the room. I've lost everything.. My dignity, my self respect, my parents' pride and support, my brother and now my mate! I'm a sorry excuse of an Alpha! (Deacon POV) Jade green leaves swirl in the wind, dirt lifts off the cracked dry surface that once housed a lawn of pure lush green grass, the wind whistles through my hair, forcing it into my eyes, clouding my vision; the vision that

“You only care about yourself. You’re nothing but a selfish coward.” I took a step forward, voice shaking. “I didn't like her. Didn't prioritize her. But I hate myself more. But I won't give up!” " You... You don't deserve my sister!" He growled... The fog swirled around us, venomous violets brushing at our legs like warning fingers. The valley seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next move. We were two predators circling, ready to tear each other apart. Suddenly, my jaw tightened, the rage and guilt battling inside me, threatening to spill over.

Her soul would belong to Tate and her death is out of my hands. Damn that Tate coming into the picture. I just got rid of Arthur and now he's getting on my nerves. I chuckled as I muttered to myself, "Lyanna, you're good with weird, aren't you?" On my way out, Tate aggresively pushed me to the wall hard causing my head to bleed a little and making me dizzy. Suddenly, a bunch of kids were about to walk past us so I immediately transformed into a guy. Everyone murmured, "Isn't that Tate Glassglow?"

But to keep his attention on me and rile him up, I should add a sexy touch… "One second, I’ll be right back!" I rushed back to my room and rummaged through my things until I took three delicate necklaces out and put them on. There, that’s better. I looked down at the little crystal on the longest chain, nestled nicely between my breasts. I may have agreed to be your fuck partner Theon, but I didn’t give you permission to treat me like that. -----

When our eyes met, she blushed and tilted her head like a shy, little fawn. I had to grab the arms of my chair tightly, so I didn't jump on the stage and hold her in my arms. I felt the fire burning in my groins. I heard Jorah's dreamy voice, "I didn't know she was modeling." Leah, my mysterious lover. How many surprises have you got for me? How could I let this perfect woman go into my life? I want you more than anything in the world and my heart is bleeding right now.

I turn around. I gasp. Mom and I gaze instantly collides. My gaze shockingly and unexpectedly collides her. Sister Hermonie also stands beside her. They pass me unhappy and displeased looks. I ignore them. I care less over their thoughts and views towards that guards ill treatment. Am currently a mad alpha. Am not myself. My true self is currently shackled within my heart's deepest region. I desire and crave my mate alone. I desire Hermonie. I desire her safe and healthy return.

⊱♥⊱╮ღ THE CONSEQUENCES IV ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~KOFI'S POV~★✐✐★ I feel like I'm getting suck into that body. As I close my eyes, I feel a throbbing pain in my chest. What's happening? I opened my eyes and discovered myself sitting in a place. The surrounding is kind of shadowy. It looks like I'm inside a theater. After several moments, a white screen shows in front of me and displays Kelly's wedding gown image.

There are dark circles under her eyes, and a faint red mark runs down her cheek—she does not remember cutting herself, does not know when the wound appeared. Again she reaches for the memory of the ending she wrote, forcing her mind back to the crater outside the capital, the ground black and glassy where fire had melted stone to liquid. She sees him standing alone at the edge, ash coating his black coat like snow, the city behind him smoldering into nothing. She can almost hear the words she typed: He stood alone in the ruin he’d made, and knew there was no going back. But now another image overlays this one—something she is certain she did not write. A figure stands beside him, small and d

I placed the journal carefully on my desk and lit a candle. Then I pulled out a blank book Olive had found for me yesterday—fresh pages, unmarked. I opened it and began to write. My name is Aria Harlan Voss Thornveil. I am Luna of the Blood Fang Pack, whether my mate acknowledges it or not. This is my record. My truth. My evidence. If anything happens to me, if I “get sick” or “lose my mind,” know that it wasn’t an accident. I am being hunted in my own home.

Then leaned in and whispered against my lips, "Because tomorrow, when they all bow to the fake one—I'll bring the fire to the throne. And you'll rise from the ashes." My lips trembled. "I am nervous—!" "Don't be, jaan." His hands cupped my cheeks, dark hunger flaring in his gaze. "I'm going to take everything that was always fucking yours. And then I'll ruin you. Slowly. Sweetly. Right after they scream your name." My heart was pounding in my chest. I wasn't ready for this twist in my life. ___________________________ I woke up in silk sheets, already dressed in a deep maroon nightgown Zayan must've put me in after I passed out from exhaustion.