Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Self Insert Novels & Stories

When I finally got the revenge I wanted, I was pleased, but then, I wanted more. Hidden in the shadows and having watched her scream so loud at the sight of her parents lifeless body had been satisfying. To say the least, it was the kind of feeling that caressed my insides, leading me on and telling me of more things I could do to please myself. Everything revolved around Khaleesi Cromwell, the spitfire who was yet to remember me for who I really was.

Selfishness of immaturity. Selfishness of love. In this World of cruelty, I did something that kept me sane. That was 'To Kill the Threat' and I did it for myself. I went against my family just to protect my sanity but see where I am right now in this dark ugly cell of Prison. And now, This Arin Kashyap has also started to nag at me. He wanted to know all the hidden truths of mine. Arin wanted to know all about my sins. I don't know how to tell him.

With panting breath and tear-soaked eyes, I looked back at Alpha Edward, whose eyes were glowing with anger as he awaited me to start undressing. “Do you want us to do it our way?” one of the guards asked, and my breath seized. I could take any torture, but not this. Out of impulse, I scanned the room, and my eyes fell on a knife placed on a fruit tray right before Alpha Edward. It seems he wants to have the fruit while he watches. Without having a second thought about it, I rushed and picked up the knife from the tray, and before anyone could get to me, I stabbed myself right in the left part of my chest, making sure it went deep right through my heart.

“There’s no time.” He nodded once and leaned in slightly, giving me his full attention. So I told him. Everything. I laid it all out—the dreams, the visions, the woman who looked just like me. The way I’d find myself pulled from reality, only to come back drenched in sweat. I told him about the moment in the garden. About seeing her again in my room. About how every vision left a deeper crack in my sense of self. Then I told him about the cloaked woman from the battle. The one who watched from the trees like a ghost waiting to be remembered.

“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.

The fabric hugged my body like it had been made for this moment. “Done Ma’am,” she said softly. Her words settled between us. I stared back at the reflection before me, my fingers traced my jaw down to my chin. “Ava Johnson is gone truly,” I whispered, “now… I'm back as Ava Thorne.” “The Thorne heiress.” My hands steadied at the handle. For a second…I didn't move. Then I pushed the door open. Immediately I stepped into the room, voices thinned. Movements slowed, but I didn't. The corners of my lips lifted before I could stop it.

*Let them think they are in control,* I thought, my silver eyes flashing with the lethal, unyielding spirit of the girl they had tried to bury three years ago. *Let Ronan beg for his tutor. Let Kael pull his strings. Let Thalia scream into the void.* I reached up, wiping the last dried trace of gravy from my collar, my smile growing sharper, more predatory than any wolf’s teeth. "Little by little," I whispered to the wind, the words a sacred vow to the ghosts of my past. "Little by little, I am going to plant myself so deeply into your minds, into your lives, and into your palace... that you won't even realize you're bleeding until the entire kingdom is burning to the ground."

Wrt each passing second, it felt like she moved farther away from me; and I could hear my father’s voice deeply engrave itself in my mind; “Not her.” I wanted to say screw him, screw every single goal he’d set for me, screw this Jace Donovan persona he’s created, and tell Noah what really happened. But I knew it wasn’t that simple…it never was. I pulled my pants back up after tossing the used condom in the bin; then went after her. I found her putting on one of Owen’s hoodies; surprisingly, it fit her perfectly…..which was weird because I could swear Owen was much taller than she was.

He was saving himself for Katniss, but I was the one who ended up stealing his virginity. And darn, what a reward. In the end, doesn’t that mean he saved himself for me? Everything was worth it. I yawned and rolled over Katniss’ bed. I didn’t change a single thing about this room, even her photos. I wanted Chester to see that face as he makes love with me. And I wanted to look at that face as well. Chester and my father, the newly hailed Alpha King, wanted me to replace her things in my room, but I didn’t.

I feel it physically, my jaw splitting with the force of it, somewhere far from here, I hear beeping from monitors. I'm fourteen, and he's twelve making promises our older selves might regret, but it doesn't matter he's mine, and I'm his till the moon falls from the sky. “It has to be now, Kie,” his breath frost between us, “ Before they come, make us forget.”grabbing his hands between mine, I blow air from my mouth into them. I just presented as an Alpha 3 months ago, when I saw him and knew he was mine since he hasn't presented.