Game Of Thrones Male Si Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They walked out together, Theron's hand hovering near the small of her back without quite touching. As soon as the door closed, Silas turned to Kaelen. "Did you see that?" "Oh, I saw it," Kaelen said, grinning. "See what?" I asked. "Our brother," Silas said, "has feelings for your friend." "What?" I looked at Darius. "Did you notice anything?" "The way he looked at her?" Darius said. "Yeah. Hard to miss." "Theron doesn't do feelings," I said. "He's too busy being Lord Alpha and responsible."

Suddenly, a super loud, happy shout comes blasting out of his computer glass. "Whoa! Was that your new mate? She is super cute! Vickon, you lucky son of a rogue!" Vickon snaps his brain back to normal, his deep voice turning icy cold: "Shut your jaw, Tavien Drake." "Oh, come on! My own life is miserable enough already, can't my eyes at least watch a little bit of your happy mate-bond?" The other male says, making his voice sound super sad and pathetic. On the flat screen, a video line is wide open. The male on the other side is a super handsome playboy type, and just like Vickon, his body is sitting in a mechanical transport chair.

She screamed and pushed me a little to walk ahead of me. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. I had to cool down. Anger was going to make me weak. I needed the aggression and determination for the actual competition. I had another reason to give my best. To show Ava that blood wasn't only factor in deciding who gets to the powerful position. Outside the ladies's chamber, our mates were waiting for us. Alpha Tyrion looked so devilishly handsome in his silver blue armour and a huge sword. He took my hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of my palm.

Suddenly a thundering punch landed on the man's jaws and he fell from the chair to the ground. "You heard her, Steve, didn't you?" Growled a booming voice from beside her. Sienna turned, clutching at her heart which skipped a beat when her eyes fell upon the most sinfully gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Towering above her, his ripped muscles were prominent through the white dress shirt that he wore. His tie was left loose and hung around his neck casually. It seemed as if he was straight out of some fashion magazine. As if sensing her checking him out, he turned to look at her. His gray eyes locked with Sienna's hazel, doe-shaped ones and time stood still for a split second. Sienna couldn’t lo

Yes, for him Siya is his baby. He softly kissed on their foreheads one by one. ‘I will avenge you Siya. I WILL.’ He promised. **************** Inside Abhimanyu's dark dungen ‘So you think you will live freely after ruining her life huh?’ The owner of this cold voice coming was that same silhouette he has been seeing ever since he came here. Just like his dark silhouette his soul is completely dark maybe darker. Otherwise doing this kind of torture is impossible. He has torture him so many ways he himself doesn’t know.

“Open wide, Sienna. Take me down.” She opened eagerly, sucking him in, gagging slightly when his thickness hit her throat. He groaned deep, grabbing her hair in his fist, holding her steady as he thrust shallowly between her lips. Darius shoved his fingers deeper, curling them against that spot inside her that made her hips buck uncontrollably. “She’s squeezing me already. Such a filthy slut for both of us.” “Mmm,” Adrian moaned, pulling his cock out just enough to let her breathe before pushing back in. “Say it, Sienna. Say what you are.”

"And a King always shares his throne." ​The room became a blur of rhythmic friction, gasping breaths, and the scent of jasmine and sweat. Sienna began to ride me, her hips tensing and rolling in a dizzying, carnal dance that pushed me deep into the mattress. Silas was right there, his hands cupped firmly around my face, his eyes inches from mine, forcing me to witness every second of the "Happy Family" he had manufactured.

There’s only this heavy shift into bright colors and sharp shapes. In my dreams, I’m sitting by the balcony of the throne room back home, and someone is right beside me. At first, it’s Levi, wearing the same suit he wore the night he rejected me. Soon, it changes to Arthur, who looks the way he did when we made love and when he marked me. Then, it turns to Rhysand, who reaches out to me with a sly smile and his hand aiming for my neck. . . . "Arya."

I pulled back the cuff, letting the empty, unclaimed skin show in the torchlight. “I am not playing,” I said, my voice steady as stone. “As you see, I am taking a mate.” Silas’s gaze dropped to my bared wrist. His pupils contracted, a flicker of something violent crossing his features. He took another step, fangs bared. “You cannot mean this.” Thane erupted from the witnesses. He slammed into Silas, dragging him back from the sacred stones by the throat. “You insane bastard,” Thane snarled, his own fangs flashing. “Today is my sister's mating day!”

“It kills me. But I’d rather die protecting you than watch him break you again.” Soren’s arms tightened around me possessively, but his forehead dropped to mine, his breath shaky. “I rejected you twice because I was terrified I would end up like Dad, destroying the one good thing I have. But I love you, Sienna. Not in the stepsister version but the real one. The girl who bit her lip and squirted just because I called her curves perfect.” His voice cracked a bit, and I felt the wetness of his own tears against my skin. These were real tears coming from the boy who never cried.