Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Self Insert Novels & Stories

A man’s voice answered her. “They won’t.” I recognized the girl’s voice instantly. It was the heroine, Nancy. Of course it was. They were so desperate that they did it right here. Great. Exactly what I needed when crouched in a pitch-black cabinet. This was not the moment to reveal ourselves, so the two of us stayed frozen like corpses. The room was already dark, but inside the wardrobe it was pure suffocation. When you lose your sight, every other sense sharpens.

She finds it hard to watch Althea, her sister, get tight whenever she comes close, and she always bats her eyes in rejection when she looks at her. Even though I can scarcely see Kohl because of my poor vision, his golden eyes attract my attention when I see him. she said to herself. Kohl's lips were pursed as he looked straight into my soul as they drew closer and shared a passionate kiss. The essence of love overpowered the speed of light that flashed across their heads. Naomi, taken aback by the odd title, questioned, "Who? Me, Queen?" as Prince Kohl whispered to her, "Queen of the iron throne." Just a housekeeper at the Palace, remember? I'm not one of the maids vying for your love.

No more games- -You are coming home with me - I hit send and stared out the tinted window as the Northern trees blurred into a wall of grey. The final act had begun. I was no longer an Alpha, no longer a husband, no longer a man. I was a weapon of the True Bloods, and tonight, I was going to burn the world down just to see her face in the fire.

I heard footsteps behind me—but when I turned, it wasn’t Finnick. It was me. A version of me in armor, crown on her head. Cold. Unfeeling. Blood dried on her hands. And behind her stood the child. Watching. “I took the throne,” my reflection said. “And the world burned for it.” “No,” I said. “That’s not me. I *won’t* become that.” “But you already have,” she whispered. “You just haven’t realized it yet.” She raised her hand and the world cracked. Flames erupted from the ground. Screams filled the air. I smelled smoke and blood and ash.

I clenched my fists and turned around, the book in my hands felt heavy, but not more than the stupid thing beating in my chest. Once in my study room, I threw the book on the floor and slammed the door shut. I was this close to throwing everything away. I wanted to break more things, but most of all... I just wanted to run away for the moment. What do they know? They don't live my life. So what if I'm seducing Bella's brother or not, he's not my brother. I’m not Belladonna, I’m Cho Sarang. Did they think I wanted to be in this situation? I'm just trying to survive.

That’s probably what was going through his mind. But I wasn’t his Luna, I knew the kind of girl who belonged here; perfectly selfless, virtuous, willing to die for love. And that wasn’t me. I knew exactly who I was, a lazy, loud-mouthed failure who honestly wasn't very smart, but I had survival mode hardwired into my DNA, and I would write my own heartbeat rather than let a book decide it for me. As Alpha Rowan held my hands in his, it suddenly occurred to me how we could very easily be spotted, and all the bad things that could happen if Alpha Kieran, my mate, were to somehow walk past and find me here.

He strode away as though my presence seared his skin. If that was the case, then the feeling was mutual, Aiden Kensington. Still with the smile nailed to my face, I pushed to my feet and drifted toward the counter. Inside, my chest throbbed with a cocktail of shame and fury, but I swallowed it down, burying it under the mask. I pulled out my phone, needing distraction, needing to breathe. Inevitably, my mind spun back to the only anomaly of the day: Soren Stefan. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Or had I missed some vital piece of the past?

“Or… pieces of it. I wrote a throne that ate blood. I wrote rules on walls that punished people. I wrote… things. Stupid, late‑night, unedited things. And now they’re here. With teeth.” “You didn’t write the game,” he said. “That was here long before you. Long before me.” “But it’s using my drafts as decoration,” I said bitterly. “Great. My own fanfic nightmare.” He tilted his head, studying me. “You said ‘Key Author’ earlier,” I pressed. “Selene did, too. What does that mean? Why does this place feel like it raided my G****e Docs?” His lips thinned. He looked away, gaze tracking a crack in the opposite wall like it held some secret answer. The tightness in his shoulders said he was weighing

He tightened his jaw, hissed, sweat dripping, and then moved down, forcing my thighs apart, ready to join our bodies. Realized that this time I can not do anything. Again. I closed my eyes in resignation, the tears had come back out of me, letting Rhysand completely take over. My body froze as he began to rush into me, uniting our bodies. I shook my head when the pain and sore came. My nails gripped his back to channel my excruciating pain. My body wasn't ready yet, it felt like it was tearing apart every time Rhysand moved. I feel like a lowly slut who has no self-esteem whatsoever.

I looked at him for a moment before taking him off guard as I tightly held onto him. “Thank you,” I whispered. I felt him wrap his arms around me. “For what?” “For not going easy on me,” I mumbled as I pulled away. “So are you going to tell me what was bothering you?” he wondered. I took a shaky breath and nodded. “Yesterday, Xander took me out,” I started. “We went to this nice restaurant and… everything was great until I saw Oriana. One of my sisters. Fear took control over me and I immediately left upon seeing her. I wanted to stay and show her that they no longer have an effect on me, but… this isn't how it went. I was petrified, Jorah. My heartbeats quickened. My body grew hot and I… I