Game Of Thrones Self Insert Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her brown eyes lock on mine, she pecks me and threads her fingers through my beards, sending waves of shock to my dick. “I give myself to you, Brandon Stark,” El says, gaze trained on me with dried cum on her chest. A thin sheen of sweat covers her forehead, she stops me from wiping it and laces our fingers. “One hundred percent. I give myself to you completely.” I swallow hard at her vulnerability. “Please, don’t break my heart.”

he growled, pulling me toward him. "I don’t understand! Maybe Suzanne is the one you’re talking about!" I shouted. He forced me onto the bed. "Let go of me!" I screamed. "Stop resisting. We’ve done this many times!" he growled. "I’m not Suzanne! I’m her twin! Please!" I begged. He didn’t believe me. When he forced himself into me, I felt unbearable pain. "Fuck!" he muttered in shock. "I told you... I’m not her," I whispered before everything went dark. The last thing I heard was: "Call the doctor now!"

“What?” Katniss shifts her weight to now lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over her very bare chest, a smirk playing on her lips like she’s about to drop the juiciest bit of gossip. “Aren’t you dying to know why I’m here? Why I'm naked?” She sighs, faux-sympathetic. “Poor thing. Fine, I’ll spell it out for you, I had sex with Sven. The King you used Fae magic into forming a mate bond with.”

he hissed before walking out of my room and slamming the door behind him. I collapsed on the floor. I couldn't breathe. My entire chest hurt, squeezing more tears from my eyes. I felt pathetic. I was a coward. I should have told him that the person I wanted to see dead was Kestrel. I should have told Tyrion that this man tortured me and disfigured both me and my wolf. It was ironic that because I didn't want Tyrion to look at me and see a filthy criminal, I turned myself into a liar and deceiver.

“WHY KYLE? DON’T YOU WANT TO LET JK JOIN IN THIS LITTLE GAME OF OURS?” Now even taunting him, as the voice is echoing and giggling with the tone that is ticking his mind to burst and curse with anger from within. He gritted his teeth, clutch his fist tight, as the voice that he doesn’t recognize taunts him more with the words that only he can hear. “HER CHARACTER, AND I MEAN ALLIAH, IS SOMETHING I WROTE AND PERFECTLY BY EACH WORD. AS EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAVE READ WILL BE, NO, HER NATURE AND VERY BEING IN THE LAST LOOP OF SEVENTH.”

Thank you for reading this book, and once again, I appreciate all the love, support, and kind words that everyone has given me. For the patience and trust you had in me with this story. This has been the darkest story I have written, and Theon was a character who was not meant to be just a hero. He had committed sins, some of which will forever remain. Yileyna, our innocent yet naughty Yileyna, where do I start? She was a young girl who, in a way, was infatuated with Theon, unable to see anything more than the love she felt for him. They both grew, both changed for the better, and only then were they able to truly be with one another.

Kahlan's POV Soren said it for the millionth time. “You’ll hurt yourself.” I ignored him. The dummy in front of me was already leaning crooked, its head barely attached, straw spilling out where my fists had split the stitching. My knuckles burned. My chest burned worse. I drove my elbow into its torso again anyway. “Well pardon me for being frustrated,” I shot back, not even looking at him. “Its not like Freya said someone is trying to get into my head.”

I will become a classic lady and the Alpha King will have no choice but to promote me back to the Beta that I am. I will spend a lot to get the fats out of my money and live a better version of myself. With my lips pouted, I considered all that a vision that I must accomplish no matter what. I will reveal to the whole Pack the cause of my father's death and see to it that Tyrion is punished for deceiving me. “That jerk! I just regret loving you at that time." I despised every bit of him. To think of it, why did I inhale the scent of this anonymous man who showed up in the woods? He isn't my mate but I did inhale it.

I looked at him for a moment before taking him off guard as I tightly held onto him. “Thank you,” I whispered. I felt him wrap his arms around me. “For what?” “For not going easy on me,” I mumbled as I pulled away. “So are you going to tell me what was bothering you?” he wondered. I took a shaky breath and nodded. “Yesterday, Xander took me out,” I started. “We went to this nice restaurant and… everything was great until I saw Oriana. One of my sisters. Fear took control over me and I immediately left upon seeing her. I wanted to stay and show her that they no longer have an effect on me, but… this isn't how it went. I was petrified, Jorah. My heartbeats quickened. My body grew hot and I… I

He tightened his jaw, hissed, sweat dripping, and then moved down, forcing my thighs apart, ready to join our bodies. Realized that this time I can not do anything. Again. I closed my eyes in resignation, the tears had come back out of me, letting Rhysand completely take over. My body froze as he began to rush into me, uniting our bodies. I shook my head when the pain and sore came. My nails gripped his back to channel my excruciating pain. My body wasn't ready yet, it felt like it was tearing apart every time Rhysand moved. I feel like a lowly slut who has no self-esteem whatsoever.