Game Of Thrones Preferences Novels & Stories

Writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League

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He takes it without looking back while I turn off the shower for the time being. "Say something," he speaks suddenly. "I don't like the silence." A smile plays at my lips as I spread the body wash over my body, relishing the feeling of its lavender smell. I always loved lavender. It is one of my favorite scents. "How about we play a game?" I say, moving my fingers to the nape of my neck as I clean myself. "How about a game of Truth or Dare?" "Okay." "You go first." I move my soapy fingers down my body and close my eyes when they touch my wet sex. "Truth or dare, Everest?"

"You know… Outlander, Game of Thrones, True Blood. Soft porn." She scoffs at me. "We're watching Starz, Daniel, not pay-per-view." I lean back and put my feet up on the coffee table. "Baby, the only difference between Starz and porn is that actual porn doesn't have a plot or as big a budget." She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Soft porn," she grumbles under her breath. She picks up the popcorn and puts it on the couch between us. I snap up a handful and toss some in my mouth as the review of the last episode plays and the credits roll.

Burning emotions. "Luckily he didn't realize he was awake. Leave him by his side to babble and die. Just listening to him makes me want to get sick." [Host, please pay more attention to your actions.] "It's not that I'm angry or anything but his actions are unacceptable." [Favorite host character?] “How does the app know?” [App has statistics table.] "Where can I see?" [Host's favorite level for each character 1. Male lead: Duncan Hiddleston: 10% - currently has a downward trend.

“I know that it wasn’t your choice to have a mate, and you pretty much avoided me until recently. I mean, you barely know me…” He places his thumb against my bottom lip and lifts my chin up until I’m facing him. “You have an odd obsession with chocolate-covered bacon but hate twinkies. Your favorite color is blue, and you love all animals, especially dogs. You have a green thumb and have filled your apartment with plants and a small herbal garden. Though you’re friendly, you’re wary of people, which I attribute to that wanker father of yours leaving. You love adventure and are not scared of heights, snakes or insects. Your favorite book is Anne of Green Gables, and you love watching musicals

She ordered and I agreed. Well, I don't wanna disturb her by the sound made by dribbling it, or maybe I could hit her with it if I'm gonna disobey her. So, a racing mobile game is my secondary preference. --- As I have lost twice in a car racing game on my phone, I took a deep breath as I just can't focus. I am distracted by her presence. I just can't help but steal glances at her. I really love her thinking face. She is just so cute. And, damn, I could stare at her my whole life.

However, his objective to be a noble Paladin still stands and he do not think any of these matters would be enough for him to change his mind. Sherfy raised this same point earlier, indirectly suggesting him to just back out of the Selection. "Look, child," she leaned against the table again, staring straight at Tristan's eyes. "You've got the recommendation settled, isn't that the only thing you want this for?" "Yes, but — I have already made it here, I still have my pride, just so you know," he avoided her gaze. The lady chuckled and stood up from her seat. Her fingers gently tapped the table's surface, tracing its edge as she made her way towards him.

“But you said he liked purple.” "Yes, but that colour doesn't suit you at all. It is the blue that suits you, so put it on,” she said. “Beside purple was Teresa's favourite colour, and then it became his own. Grim had never had any personal favourite olor. If you love blue and he cares about you, he would love the blue too,” she said. I let out a sigh of relief even though a new sense of doubt entered my mind. What if he tells me that he preferred purple to blue? What if he is still trapped in her memory?

He’s the only voice I actually want to hear up there. I shrug, stuffing a handful of sunny yellow ones into my elbow. “I don’t know. She’s too hard to read. She’d probably tell me they’re as stupid as I am, and that they don't buy her affection. But the only way to actually find out is by giving them to her, isn’t it?” "Perhaps." Skye sounds unconvinced. "She prefers books and rage to romance though. Just saying." “Maybe. Which is why I would gladly be the romantic one in the relationship!"