Game Of Thrones Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I really don't want you to. Gods, you don’t know how much I hate myself for even thinking of putting this on you. But it’s the only plan I’ve got that might actually work. The only one that doesn’t involve storming in with a sword and getting everyone slaughtered…You know that would get me killed too.” “I know,” I whispered, my throat tightening painfully. “But I’ll do it. I’m already suffering, Thorne. Every single day I wake up in this place, I die a little more inside. I don’t have freedom. I don’t even have my body anymore. I have nothing.” My voice cracked. “I only have you.” His lips parted, and for a moment, he couldn’t speak. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and then he leaned

I placed the journal carefully on my desk and lit a candle. Then I pulled out a blank book Olive had found for me yesterday—fresh pages, unmarked. I opened it and began to write. My name is Aria Harlan Voss Thornveil. I am Luna of the Blood Fang Pack, whether my mate acknowledges it or not. This is my record. My truth. My evidence. If anything happens to me, if I “get sick” or “lose my mind,” know that it wasn’t an accident. I am being hunted in my own home.

"Get some sleep. Tomorrow, we announce the date of the wedding. We show the District that the South is united. And you will smile, Noah. You will smile as if you are the luckiest man in the world." She disappeared into the bedroom, the click of the latch sounding like the closing of a trap. I stood alone in the dark, the wine in my glass untouched. The moon was high now, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. I looked at the spot where she had stood, then at the heavy doors that led back to my father’s chambers. I was an Alpha. I was a Thorne. But as I looked at my own reflection in the window, I didn't see a leader. I saw a pawn that had finally realized it was on a board.

I'd been following his stories, and yes I knew he was the writer. Not only because of the link which he'd quickly deleted, but not before I clicked it. But also because the username he'd used was something we'd made up together the day we both talked about opening anonymous Stan accounts for our favourite celebrities from the show Game Of Thrones. Just one link, and now I knew about his main character’s obsession with Damian, the hotel room thing which could definitely be a fictional addition, but was too well written to be otherwise. I don't know…maybe I just wanted it to be real.

I have a right to my own private life and thoughts. “We all have access to the cameras in the house and I happen to happily see that though seeing you curse my name before your orgasm was the best thing ever.” Heat raced to my cheeks as shame rioted. “I…I was fixing my jeans.” “Liar.” His golden eyes darkened to amber. My breaths deepened and I fought the need to lick my lips. “You were touching yourself to use Raven.” My body throbbed as he searched my gaze. “You're our little sister now.” He reminded me and I groaned.

I nod, throat burning. Then I leave. Outside, the sun is blinding, but I don’t feel its warmth. I make every step count, checking corners and mirrors, pulling myself back into character. The obedient mate. The empty shell. The punching bag. I walk back into the bar with my smile plastered on like armor. And I pray—Gosh, I pray—that tonight he only hurts me. Because if he suspects what I’ve done… It’ll be all of us. ——- Caden’s POV

"Because you can lie to Maya. You can lie to Lucien. You can even lie to yourself. But not to me. I live inside you now. I can feel what you won't admit." I brushed my fingers along his forearm, lightly and slowly. He lowered his head. "You still want me," I breathed. He turned suddenly, his eyes burning. "I want Arya." I laughed. "What's the difference? This body still reacts to you. My breath still hitches when you say my name. My lips still taste like hers. You're the one who can't let go." "You are not her." "And yet here you are," I whispered, "still looking at me like you want to hold me in your arms.”

Author's Pov Aurora steadily unlatched her eyes finding herself in the same position where she slept last night, she let out a shaky breath swallowing hard. She couldn't help but wince which each movement her body made, she felt like she will split into two anytime, the memories that haunt her for years still felt fresh to her, and instead of trying to get rid of them like she initially wanted to, now she held those memories close her heart, she knew she deserved the torment they granted her.

Arya It felt like a nightmare coming undone at the seems of a torturous contribution of self-loathing, I hated the lie, the faketiciuous mist of distraction that concealed my eyes from the truth. The moment we walked onto the grounds of the castle. it became clear that we were unwelcome, I held my head high, confidence resonating within me and projecting itself within the concealed realm of my soul. Asher turned his face to look at me, brows furrowed as my family and I entered the castle, only to be met with confused resistance.

“Then why didn’t it call you when I was starving and homeless? When I fainted in another pack’s territory? When I cried myself to sleep wondering how I would keep my babies alive?” His face twisted. “Enough.” “No,” I said. “You will listen. Because this—” I gestured between us. “—this fantasy you’re clinging to? It’s built on my pain.” He turned away, pacing the room. “You’re too emotional.” “And you’re too selfish,” I shot back. He stopped near the bed and looked down at Daenerys, who stared back at him with wide, innocent eyes. “She looks like you,” he murmured.