Game Of Thrones Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The blood was not so satisfying as Amber’s nose and stomach were far more sensitive these days. “That felt fucking amazing,” said Leo shaking his fist. “You deserved that,” said Amber to the doctor, “and plenty more where that came from if you ever fuck with our family again.” Leo laughed and his pupils dilated, “Is it wrong of me to be so turned on right now?”

She screamed out of her lungs when Amoux obeyed her, and she trembled because of her satisfaction. Damon smashed everything on the table. His canines were showing, and his eyes glowed red. He couldn't believe that minutes had passed, and Leah was finally gone. He didn't know who took her and what made him frustrated because he knew that the potion would get an effect that time. It's his only chance to impregnate her.

He said. "Now, you will respect me like a handmaid should respect a Royal one, we will no longer see each other... Forget everything we had together," Leo said, his face expressionless with no remorse. Lucy sobbed, her face caked in dust. She questioned him, searching for reasons but Leo walked away without looking back, leaving Lucy behind all by herself. ************************ Leo sat on the balcony of his residence, throwing stones at a tree that was planted by his Mother. His Mother, Luna Ava was not among the pack as she had gone on a tour out of the pack, and would take her a few weeks before she got back.

"You're still too young, Lemon. You shouldn't be thinking about those things." Lemon smiled at me and hugged me. "I missed you," she muttered. Hah, trying to change the subject, huh? I hugged her back. "I missed you too," I replied. ... Lemon and I spent the night watching her favorite drama. I didn't know she was really a fan of romance and fantasy. That's why she knows lots of stuff about love. "That actor is handsome, isn't he?" She pointed at a man on the screen. At first, I didn't see him clearly, but I was surprised when his face was utterly shown on screen.

The Moonlight glimmered softly, reflecting off Lunaria’s glowing silver skin and Kael’s golden eyes. Breathing heavily, Kael lowered his hand from her shoulder. “You fought well,” he said quietly. Lunaria exhaled, letting the adrenaline fade. “We fought well,” she corrected. “Together.” Her wolf purred softly, sensing the connection between them. Stronger. We are stronger. Kael studied her, eyes searching. “This bond… it’s more than I imagined. More than I deserved.” Lunaria met his gaze evenly. “Then stop imagining. Start proving it.”

I placed a hand on my chin and pulled a thinking face. “No, you didn’t. However, I believe your response was interpreted as a yes from the stroking of my thigh.” “I supposed that would do it,” I laughed. “Then, I will bid you a goodnight. Until tomorrow, Leila.” “Goodnight, Mr. Thorn.” I smiled. He turned to walk away but before he could take a step something changed. “Fuck it.” he spat. He spun around on his heels and wrapped me in his arms. His lips were on mine, my breath was knocked from my lungs. My knees buckled and he held me tight. As he slowed the kiss, he released his grip and allowed me time to stable my footing. “Goodnight, beautiful Leila.”

“You’re scared of me and Amelia because deep down, you know she never stopped loving me.” Damien’s eyes flared. Aiden stepped closer, voice dropping dangerously. “And hear me clearly,” he said, each word sharp, deliberate, cutting through the air. “Amelia is mine. She will be my Luna again.” That was it. Damien snapped. He charged again. The two men collided violently. Fists flew. Bodies clashed. Blood splattered in the air as punches landed one after another with brutal force. Damien’s rage was unrestrained, wild. Aiden’s anger was controlled but equally destructive, every strike precise, fueled by something deeper than anger.

My body was betraying me again, a heavy, confusing spike of arousal pooling low in my belly just from the way he was looking at me. He wasn't looking at me like a sister. He was looking at me like a man who had just realized his favorite toy had been played with by someone else. "Answer him, Roxy," Damian taunted from beside me, his breath hot against my neck. Leo’s thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his touch surprisingly gentle, but his eyes were pitch black with obsession. "Tell me he didn't take what belongs to this family," he whispered, leaning in so close I could smell the expensive cedar and mint of his cologne. "Because if he did... I’m going to have to take it back."

I replied, my voice innocent. He led me out onto the empty balcony, the cool night air a welcome relief. He leaned against the railing, looking out at the city lights, and took a sip of his champagne. "You didn't have to do that," he said, his voice quiet. "I know," I replied, standing next to him. "But I wanted to." He turned to me, his eyes dark and intense in the soft light. "You're learning, Leo. You're finally learning how to play the game."

His deep voice echoed in the night air. Laurel leaned up to him and pressed her lips to his. His warms wrapped around her firmly on her waist. I couldn’t help the scoff that left my mouth. The feeling of jealousy overwhelming me, causing a deep pit in my stomach “Fine but you have to pick my car up and bring it to my dorm okay?” Laurel smiles giving him another peck on the lips. “Call as soon as you get to your dorm? Not a second longer” Leo says in a stern voice and you can tell he’s very serious. He press lips on hers and I just look away.