Game Of Thrones Male Si Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And now, my first time doing it, the man I am bowing to throws it back in my face. “Ah, of course you would mention my father. You like powerful men, don't you, Sienna? Christian is just a step up from Dante. The only difference is my cousin is dead, or do you have your eyes set on an old Pakhan?” he scoffs, then closes the gap between us and makes me feel fucking uncomfortable. But something about him being this close enough for me to smell the liquor on his breath seems familiar, especially the tint in his stormy blue eyes. My headache is back, one I thought I wouldn’t feel over the broken ribs.

When the department head told me to seat next to Jevro, I felt excited for some reason. About my power rate, I speak with the people who assisted me. Honestly, my power surpasses even those people from other countries. If we compare the ranking to the rankings of protagonists in every fantasy novel, Jevro's and other Black Malemyns are S rank. But me, I'm currently an SS rank. And if we go back to the rankings of the original Malemyns, I'm currently the new found Purple Stage Malemyn.

He let me turn to him and purred as he wrapped his arms around my waist, watching me with a loving look in his eyes. "Get the hell off my fledgling," I heard Silas snarl nearby towards the shoulder length blond haired male with dark blue eyes that smelled so sweet. I gasped softly and pressed my hands against his chest. "Silas," I whined out and tried to get out of the guy's arms. The guy frowned at me then glared towards Silas.

She grinned, reveling in the sight of my blood soaking my shirt, her nails painted red. “Enough.” A deep voice cut through the air, freezing her in place. Damon. He stepped from the shadows, his golden eyes gleaming like fire. His presence struck me hard tall, dark, and formidable. Sienna halted, her smile fading, but stayed put. Damon focused his gaze on me, then shifted it to her. “She’s not yours to break,” he said, icily. “Yet.”

He pulled her hands down, pressing them flat against his chest, right over the frantic, booming rhythm of his heart. "Feel that," Soren whispered fiercely, his silver-rimmed eyes boring into her winter-blue gaze with an absolute, terrifyingly beautiful clarity. "That isn't a ghost, Tala. That is a living, breathing male who wants you. Every single syllable of your name, every storm inside your chest, every fierce, terrifying drop of your power—I want it all. I want you as my own."

“Tell him how much you love having all three of us.” “I… I do,” I gasped, shame and pleasure twisting together. “I love it. All of you. Please don’t fight.” Silas stepped closer, eyes burning. “But you like it when I fuck you slow, don’t you? When I look at you the whole time like you’re the only thing that matters.” Asher pushed two fingers inside me alongside Finn’s, stretching me open. “And you cum so hard when I’m deep in your pussy, princess. When I tell you how tight you are for your stepbrother.”

Sylvia Fenris' POV ************************************************************* "Surely, you can't be serious, Sylvia." Rand turns to give me an incredulous look. I ignore him, keeping my eyes on Thoros. Thoros Myr. Oh my god, Nina wasn't exaggerating. He is hot. Hot as sin in his dark leather clothing, tall, he stands some inches taller than Rand, looking down at him with icy indifference in his dark eyes.

"Steve felt panic in his mate so we had to make it here as soon as possible." "Such a beauty. You are welcome, Cora. It's such a shame that we wouldn't have time to welcome you properly. I beg you to pardon us." The Dragon Lord addressed her in a most dignified way, making her blush. "There is no need to apologize, Mr. ..." She realized she hadn't got a proper introduction of who the man before her was. Even with his striking resemblance to Brayden, she didn't want to misjudge. "Gideon. Just call me Gideon. You are my son's mate so you are family," the Dragon Lord said assuring.

What is it with this irritating man? Mia senses that something has changed my mood. ” Bella what is wrong,” she asks. Right now there is no point in trying to hide who my boy's father is. Lukas knows but right now I need to tell Mia. ” Mia you see the man standing over there in a black suit,” I ask her ” Yes that is Silas Andersson. Everyone knows about that handsome man. It’s a pity he is taken. I wouldn’t say no to a night with him and ravish his body.” She says with a laugh

He seems genuinely interested. “Unreal,” Lucas begins to explain as he hugs Viviana closer to him. “After learning that Darius and Daya were fated mates, I began to wonder if I had someone out there for me. I was more than happy to take a chosen mate before that. Now, I couldn’t possibly imagine anyone else for me. It just feels…right.” I nod in agreement. “It feels right for Saph and me, and we aren’t fated,” Nathan chimes in. He’s a quieter guy. He’s definitely a strong warrior, but he doesn’t say much.