Game Of Thrones Preferences Novels & Stories

“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?

moving closer to him, " you have to like her for your father's sake. But mom I'm not happy with this arrangement. I have feelings for someone else already, George replied almost tearing out. And your father doesn't care. The girl you claim to like, does she know of your health issues? And all the drugs you have to take just to stay alive, does she know? The look on his face could tell that he hasn't told her yet about the disease he is suffering from. "No woman would want you despite your position as a prince and a future king because of your ailment and this is why your father have choosen to honor your grandfather's wish. Please take it as a blessing from the goddess destined before you we

Not exactly her type. Of Theon's Beta's—Ryan, Kenny, Aman, Danny and now, Devlin—she knew which she preferred. Danny was gay, Kenny was annoying, Aman wasn't very bright and Ryan, though nice enough, was too macho. 'But Devlin seems perfect,' her mind whispered. She rubbed her head, trying to quieten these thoughts while Katie pulled on the dress and posed. "Beautiful." Katie smiled and bowed before leaning over and picking through the clothes. "You should wear the sparkly red one. We'll match."

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Jason chuckled, leaned over, and lit a cigarette for him. "Honestly, lowering your pride once in a while isn't a big deal. Ingrid is beautiful and comes from a rich family. She's a real Grisdale heiress. She could marry anyone she wants. She loved you for ten years. But you? You've been hung up on Whitney." Samuel immediately frowned hard. "Are you sick in the head? Who told you I love Whitney?" The smile on Jason's face froze. He was taken aback and couldn't believe what he was hearing.

6'0"- 6’8 What hair colour are you attracted to? Brunette. What eye colour are you attracted to? Brown. What Personality traits are you attracted to? Introverted. What sexual preferences are you looking for in a partner? Gagging, Rough and Hardcore sex. I take in a deep and nervous breath, patiently waiting for the system to choose a user that matches my prefaces. It takes about five minutes before someone is finally recommended. “TheBeastPreysOnYou.” There is a frown on my face as I read out the username that sounds so out of it. The mention of the beast reminds me of a certain someone. A certain man that I hope to kill someday. Keiran.

Just an experiment in boundaries. But when I saw him standing outside the theater, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket, rocking on his heels like a nervous kid, something inside me twisted. Zay was never nervous. Never still. Never soft. And yet here he was, waiting for me like I was the only thing that mattered. He didn’t complain when I handed him the ticket for a rom-com. He didn’t make some sarcastic joke or roll his eyes. He just smiled—genuinely, not that stupid smirk—and said, “Your rules.”

“You don’t have to pretend to care just because I’m your mate.” I frowned. “What are you talking about?” “I see the way you look at him,” he spat. “At Maxim. It’s different. It’s… easier for you to like him, isn’t it? All noble, with that hero aura.” “Icarus…” “You don’t look at me the same way. I’m not the guy you wanted. I get it.” For a second, I couldn’t breathe. My cheeks burned. “I don’t… I don’t look at anyone that way,” I protested, feeling my heart beat faster. “Honestly, I’d rather not have a mate at all, okay?”

"You sure?" "Yeah." I looked up at him from under my lashes‚ my voice dropping. "Maybe we can just watch something? Chill a little? You’re in such a good mood‚ and I want to be the one you relax with." He considered it for a second‚ then smiled again—slow and easy. "N*****x?" I nodded. "N*****x." "Anything in mind?" I smirked. "Latest Game of Thrones season?" His eyes lit up. "You read my mind."

I say, “But have you noticed he only goes for brunettes?” “So he has a type,” Kiara deadpans. “They all do. Enrique likes gingers, Ilkay likes dark hair, so does Axel, Logan prefers blondes, and Jackson likes any vagina that’s pretty and breathing.” I snort. She’s not wrong. Dysfunctional, the whole lot. “Maybe I should just stick with Ren,” I say, mostly to myself. Ren is kind. Safe. Good. He treats me well. But there are no sparks. Not even a flicker.