Game Of Thrones Little Bird Novels & Stories

Little me was in desperate need for love and affection, she was praying Kennedy and Robert would be a mommy and daddy. Finally came the cake, it was a chocolate cake, what little would say no to a chocolate cake, I had a generous slice that I devoured happily. Next was opening of presents for Robert he had some good ones and others he just closed back the box and gave his friends the third finger making me giggle. I stayed silent watching him open all his gifts giving thanks to each one for the none offending ones, lastly was Kennedy’s gift, it was the book she got from my job. He must he a bookworm like me. My little side wanted him to read me bed time stories.

If I have to tie her up to keep her safe, I will, because she is now mine, and I take good care of what belongs to me. Timber and Tiger jump into the small valley and bark. I run down and join them, and there is my Little Bird, sitting on the cold, hard ground, nursing her arm. I can’t really see her face in the darkness. My first reaction is to check her ankle; she slides back on the ground as I approach. “Fuck you.” “It would be your pleasure, Little Bird, but first, I need to see what kind of damage you did to yourself.” She bites her bottom lip and gives me a nervous smile. I am not sure if she fears me or likes to play games. “So this may not have been the brightest thing I’ve ever done

She deserves more than just a celebration; she deserves a moment that transcends the ordinary—a memory that will lift her above the shadows of her past, transforming the day into a beacon of hope and renewal. I don’t want her to view this day merely as another tick on the calendar, another reminder of what once was. Instead, I want her to see it as the dawn of something profoundly beautiful. Something that includes me. I glance at the gift box resting on my desk, its delicate wrapping glimmering in the soft light of the evening. Inside lies a necklace—delicate yet captivating, reflecting the essence of the woman it’s meant for. A small, intricately crafted bird charm dangles gracefully from

“Whatever you can do, I can too.” “I know little one. It just normally takes time to master something like that.” He replied. She looked at him, and through the shimmer of goldenness that surrounded him, she could see the humanoid figure that he was. “What are you?” she asked. She had never brought up the fact they were different from each other. It never mattered to her. She thought she was dreaming but for some reason today she was ready for the truth. “What do you mean Little one?” he asked. “You are not human. So what are you?” she asked.

Like she was nothing more than an intruder in a space that belonged to her alone. Vito turned back to his little cousin, lowering himself slightly so he was closer to her level. His voice softened. “Rory… are you hungry?” Aurora hesitated, her lower lip trembling. Then she nodded. “I’ll bring you some food,” Vito agreed in the gentlest voice that was so unlike him. “But you have to stop crying, okay?” He brushed his thumb lightly against her cheeks to dab her tears. “If you keep crying… your nanny won’t be able to visit you in your dreams tonight.”

Micah clapped his hands together. I looked from Cyra to the werewolf girl. I didn’t even know if she could sing, if she knew any songs, if she even would be able to even speak. I hated this. I hated looking at this poor girl and now I was supposed to play with her. My discomfort must have showed because Young cleared his throat. “Does…” Young looked at Micah for a name. “You may call her little bird. She had no name.” He smiled, patting her back and pressed her forward a little more.

He meant to mumble but I heard it. "What do you mean?" I tried to ask but he brushed it off. "Let's just go down for breakfast, Little Bird. I promise you will be fine. Just trust me, okay?" "Okay." I said before we made our way out of the room and headed downstairs. Miranda Pov

Elara’s POV The room was dark. Hostile territory. I sat under the big, fluffy bed. From here, I could see the door and the window, and I had cover from the creepy dolls with the glass eyes. My heart was beating fast. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Like a drum. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingers to my ear, right where my comms used to be. "Eagle One.” I whispered. "Eagle One, this is Little Bird. Do you copy?"

There wasn't a single green pepper, carrot, onion, or peanut in sight. Mom set a chicken wing on my plate, looking at me with anticipation. "Dex, try it. I made it especially for you. You used to love these." I didn't pick up my fork, as there was no command to eat. Sapphire looked at my untouched plate. Her eyes welled up with tears again. She sniffled and said in a broken voice, "Unit 1314, eat now."

He felt it wasn't necessary because Olivia would still be found out no matter what. "It is not tattoo Alpha. Look," Adrian said and touched his chest and the wolf moved. It opened its eyes and they saw sparkling purple pupils. This was when they all widened their eyes. "You have the white wolf on your chest!" The priestess exclaimed. " Yes, priestess, " Adrian replied. Klein was so gullible that he had a silly thought. "Wait, don't tell me that......." He covered his mouth and widened his eyes, looking at Jeremy.