Game Thrones Jon Snow Novels & Stories

"Balancing such a big amount of assets is not easy, especially since the Full Moon territory has been heavily underfunded. I wonder what the hell Ryan was doing with the money for the last ten years; the numbers are just ridiculous." "Probably that's also why he had much fewer warriors than I originally thought his pack had had," says Theon entering the kitchen. He makes himself a mug of black coffee and sits beside Hayden and me. He smiles at Carson and gently touches his cheek. Hayden makes a move to give him my son, and for the moment, I see the panic in Theon’s eyes, but still, he accepts the challenge and holds my baby boy, who keeps calm. Maybe my son only cries when he is with me; may

The love I thought we had was a joke. It made sense then why he hoarded all the money and power as soon as our family business picked up, never letting me get close. He was guarding against me all along. Lost in the past, Sebastian stood and clapped me on the shoulder, "Anything coming back to you?" I shook my head, playing dumb, "Nope, maybe you knocked something loose when you took that dive. Got your wires crossed." Sebastian's grin froze, awkward as hell. Despite his brown-nosing, I was not biting, and his face clouded over.

“If you don’t show, they’ll see it as weakness.” “And if I do show?” “Then you make a statement. That you’re powerful, allied with Blackthorn, and not to be trifled with.” He pulled me close. “I’ll be with you every step.” “This is getting complicated.” “It was always going to be complicated. You’re royalty, Aria. People are going to have opinions about that.” His hand cupped my face. “But you’re not alone. You have me. You have Blackthorn. And apparently, we’re about to have Mountain Ridge too.”

“This is impossible.” “So was the Whisper Cut,” he murmured. “So was the Serpent’s Maw. We specialize in impossible.” From the courtyard far below, a horn blew—a long, low note that echoed off the cliffs. A scout’s signal. They pulled apart, the moment receding but not breaking. The world, with its perils and politics, was calling. “The first of the lords’ parties has been sighted,” Leigh said, her warrior’s mask settling back into place, but her eyes remained soft, holding his. “Gryffen’s colors are among them.”

Alex had exclaimed when we met face to face, "Who are you supposed to be?" "I'm Jon Snow,” said my husband straightening up to the maximum, "What are you supposed to be and why are you carrying those boxes on your legs?" "Because I'm Tyrion Lannister,” Alex snapped, pointing to a mark on his face, "The best character in Games of Thrones." Then I had witnessed one of the funniest and most absurd discussions. The truth is that now Milena didn’t want to take off her costume and wanted to dance and have everyone dance for her.

Ruben snarled, “a woman dares talk back to me. I should have known you were the one who poisoned my daughter, feeding her lies and making her a stubborn wife instead of a submissive one. Now, because of you, my plans have been ruined. The pup I groomed…” Myra’s blood boiled as Jorah whispered, “He is trying to get to you, Myra; don’t let him,” her mind raging with anger even as The healer speaks, his eyes fixed on the alpha with a deathly stare filled with hate. “You insolent healer, you’re nothing but a mere omega, yet you dare look at me? I’ll have your head for the disrespect you’ve shown,” he snarled, and Myra couldn’t hold it any longer, charging forward just as the Red Dawn guards circ

He needs to close the view. “Excuse me,” Soren says, his voice a little shaky as he addresses the men in the room, and he doesn't wait for them to answer. He reaches out and begins to pull the heavy curtains shut, trying to move as fast as he can without looking suspicious, but his breath catches in his throat as he spots a sudden, sharp flash of light reflecting off a glass lens. Theon. Soren’s blood goes completely cold. The sniper is already set up. Theon is aiming right now, and he has no idea that Soren is inside this room, standing right next to his target. Can this ridiculous disguise save him from Theon’s knowing eyes?

The words tumbled out in a squea Lord Commander Mormont gave him a withering look. "You are a man of the Night's Watch. Try not to soil your smallclothes every time I look at you. Come, I said." His boots made squishing sounds in the mud, and Sam had to hurry to keep up. "I've been thinking about this dragonglass of yours "It's not mine," Sam sai "Jon Snow's dragonglass, then. If dragonglass daggers are what we need, why do we have only two of them? Every man on the Wall should be armed with one the day he says his words

It's supposed to be a cellphone game, but I don't seem to hear anything about it. "Hello, Clint and Alucard!" Queen Snow greeted the two and the two bowed in respect. King Yuan just looked at all of us silently and seemed to have no intention of speaking. "I would like to know who these beautiful young people are together with you." Queen Snow smiled and her eyes were on us but when she looked at me, the shock registered on her face she recovered immediately but I was just surprised as I felt the distaste in her eyes. I fringed. Even though no one said it, I felt it. I feel strongly about such things.

Theon and Nioma’s wedding approached after a few days. Theon stands at the edge of the stone platform, spine locked, shoulders squared. He doesn’t shift, doesn’t blink, as the morning sun sharpens his silhouette against the gray sky. His ceremonial robe drapes over him in folds of deep obsidian trimmed with gold thread, regal and heavy. The crown rests in his palm, gleaming with forged expectation. Each breath he draws is controlled, deliberate. The crowd gathered in the clearing watches in reverent silence, the only sound the soft chant of the elders echoing through the trees.