Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Si Lord Novels & Stories

"Lorelei, Sienna is an orphan. She's never spent the holidays with anyone before. I only agreed to take her on a holiday because I pity her. "Be good, you're my precious future Luna. I can be with you anytime, but Sienna… she doesn't have that chance. Can't you spare just a little compassion for her?" I looked up in a daze at the familiar gentle voice. The man standing in front of me was Marcus Shadowhow, the man whom I had been in love with for the past six years.

My tone was different, including my stance and facial expression and even Marcus was caught off guard. He coughed and said, “Proceed” “Official matters and not public matters my Lord!” I reminded with hands behind me. He understood and took the cue immediately to send everyone out. I surveyed the room and smiled bitterly. “Everyone my Lord!” I reminded him and he followed the direction of my eyes and became annoyed. I watched as Sienna walked down from where they were fanning her and feeding her grapes to the spot where we were. “I'm his partner my love, you can't …” she started proudly but was cut off

I ended the call abruptly, my gaze dropping to the floor for a brief moment before I turned back to my Beta. "You must transfer the tax fund for this month into Sienna's account," I said in a flat tone. The Beta's eyes widened. "Alpha Kyril, my lord. With respect, that's–" "You must do as he said," Sienna's voice cut through the room. Her footsteps followed. "You wouldn't want to disobey the Alpha now, would you? " As her face came into view, I first noticed the evil smile she wore perfectly. "My loving lord," she called seductively as she reached me, rubbing my hair expertly.

“Don’t stand in my way.” She smiled, a mask of tenderness layered over cruelty. “I only came to reason with you, son. You’re not thinking clearly. You’re tired, weak, fevered… and you’re about to throw away everything—your kingdom, your legacy, your people—because of a dick sucking boy.” Kael’s eyes flickered with rage. “Don’t call him ‘a boy.’ Elias is...mine.” Serena’s lips curled. “Yours? He’s a distraction. A fleeting indulgence you confuse for love because your body craves what is forbidden. You’re the crowned prince, Kael. The strongest Lycan in centuries. You don’t have the luxury of… whims.”

"That sounds unnecessarily restrictive." "Welcome to life with Lord and Lady Humphreys," I said dryly. "Where appearances matter more than happiness and propriety trumps nature every time." His expression softened with understanding. "Leon agrees with Sierra, by the way," he said, his grey eyes darkening slightly. "He's quite eager to see what she can do. He suspects she's fast." "The fastest," I replied automatically, Sierra's pride bleeding into my voice. "At least, among the Northern District Lycans. Not that there's much competition when most noble Lycans treat shifting as an unfortunate necessity rather than a gift."

The weight of his promise to find her a suitable prince weighed heavily on her heart, and she longed for some semblance of hope amidst the turmoil that surrounded her. "My Lord," she began, her voice gentle yet tinged with eagerness, "I couldn't help but wonder about the promise you made to me. Have you made any progress in finding a prince for me?" Lord Arcturus, ever the composed and enigmatic figure, regarded Sophia with a knowing smile. His eyes shimmered with a hint of mystery, as if he held secrets and plans yet to be revealed. "My dear Sophia, rest assured that I have not forgotten our discussion. I have been diligently working on fulfilling my promise."

"Considering a single sand hasn't fallen until today, I'm going to have to go with dangerously fast." "You seem tense. I figured you, of all people, would be happy that my time is running out, considering throughout this relationship, you have always had to bend to my will. A life without waiting for your mate to summon you or having to resort to apparitions sounds pretty neat. Am I supposed to believe you have a heart?" "Your sin is Wrath. It is not in my jurisdiction, and Wrath will want to keep you, to punish me. I would rather you stay alive than have to bargain with that brute fool."

"My girl is looking like she wants to missile dropkick you into the corridor." 'His girl?' Sienna thought. 'I'm his girl?' Thinking about it, he probably wasn't going to come out and refer to her as his slave... but still. 'His girl,' Sienna smiled to herself. "We should go after him," Dylan said, looking at Tom's girlfriend as if he wanted to kick her too. When they left, Adrian told Sienna to sit in his lap. "You'll get kicked out," someone warned. Sienna didn't care. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her bare thighs as she wiggled to get comfortable.

They could wander off in fantasy land to no end of the magnificence and wealth that anticipated. Lorist anyway was overjoyed and walked forward with excitement. Having perused 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' in his previous existence, he had generally been interested with enchantment and needed to turn into a mage himself. Really awful he showed up on the Grindia Continent excessively late. Had he moved over to two or three thousand years sooner into the period of enchantment, his fantasies in turning into an extraordinary magus may very well worked out as expected.

Its whispering is piercing and every word sounds like a snake hissing, noticing its prey. A devilish grin appears on Uriel's face as he walks towards the open window. The cold breeze is hitting his bluish face and brushing his golden hair softly. The black shadow which is still circling him, whispers again, "The Count Lord is already in a grasp! Now we can use him as bait." "HEH! You doubted my plan at first." Uriel smirks. That complinet is unexpected to him. "It was foolish of me... But you proved your worth! Now, I am assured that my powers are in good hands." The shadow hisses continuously. Although it's bothering Uriel, he keeps the uneasy feeling to himself.