Games Of Thrones 6 Book Novels & Stories

We had more blow-ups than I could count. Still, he insisted I was his wife, the family's backbone, his nearest and dearest, and that I should always have had his back, even if we were at odds. At home, we patched things up like nothing had happened. However, with outsiders, once the bridge was burned, there was no rebuilding it. At first, his words cut deep, leaving me feeling raw and uneasy. However, after hearing them over and over, they started to make a twisted kind of sense.

He’d guessed that they’d have to travel far and wide to find it; he'd never imagined that Thor would be so crafty to store his most valuable treasure right under his captors’ feet. Thor suddenly flew across the courtyard, and Kyle followed on his heels. He dove down, and landed on a far rampart of the tower. Thor went over to an unusually large stone, bent down, scraped out the mortar, and revealed a secret opening. Kyle leaned over, and was shocked to see a small vial of bright green liquid. He reached in to grab it. Thor reached out and grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "You touch that vial, and you die,” Thor said. “It's porous.”

Fuck me sideways – I didn't check my six. Struggling against the vice-like grip, I drive my elbow into my attacker's ribs, aiming for the kidneys. Instead of loosening his hold, the bastard only tightens it, making spots dance before my eyes like a fucked-up disco ball. I grind my heel into his foot, feeling bones crunch, and slam the back of my head into his face. The sickening crunch of cartilage is music to my ears. Seizing the moment, I deliver a brutal knee to his family jewels.

Then he clears his throat to speak, and when he does, his voice is low and authoritative, eerily reminiscent of his father, and his words give me déjà vu. He cups his hands around his mouth, calling out. “Listen up, recruits!” THE END. ************************************** That’s a wrap on the six-pack series! Thank you all for coming along on this journey with me. My next book is a standalone connected to the six-pack universe; keep an eye out for Cal and Nessa’s story, BROKEN BOND, to start releasing in late August/early September. To stay in the loop about future releases, join the pack by following me on I n s t a g r a m : c.j.primer

The page was titled: The Hollowed Flame—Last of the Veil Prophets. “One who binds the living and dead by flame shall awaken the Hollowed Flame, and the world shall burn anew.” It wasn’t just prophecy anymore. It was a plan. And Lyanna—her sister—might be the vessel. A soft knock at her door pulled her from her thoughts. Kael stepped inside without waiting for a response. He looked tired, his jaw shadowed in stubble, his clothes rumpled from war council meetings. “You’re not resting,” he said softly. “I can’t.” She held up the book. “I found something.”

I scratch his ear and he settles again. There's no sign of James and Charlotte other than James' tablet on his armchair and a book, marker inserted, on Charlotte's favourite spot on the settee. With no real interest, I look at the cover. 'A Song of Ice and Fire - A Dance with Dragons.' The scent of something is drifting in, James' cooking I assume. A part of me says it smells rich and savoury, winey and herby, but my gut recoils. Just a coffee maybe...

Hello my beautiful readers! Please take a moment to read this short note, as it will explain what is yet to come and may answer questions you have. Zade was the lead I never knew I needed 🥹 he came in as a villain, and left with many hearts. He has fast become one of my favourite men ♥️ The next and final book in the series is a novell, which I don’t currently have an exact date for, but please visit the book occasionally if you don’t get notifications.

"Enough, enough. What now, Tristan? Tell your kids goodbye now, we won't be back for long, that's for sure!" Still astonished by all the happenings, Tristan turned back to his siblings, "Thea, Johann, I trust there's no need to remind you both. Just take care of yourselves and don't overwork it, okay?" he reminds them. "I left the money to Miss Yelena. Johann, make sure to fetch just exactly as you need in between your morning breaks. Got it?" "Yes ye—" "Ha! Playing cool now ain't we—" It was none other than Zelda and her antagonistic attitude against Johann.

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

I curled up on the floor, felt a rush of iron in my throat—and coughed up a mouthful of blood. That bright-eyed boy I used to be—the one who still had hope—faded into nothing. After that, I had nothing left to live for. Until just now, when this wretched, drifting life of mine finally ended. Matthew, your big brother is coming to join you. I've finally paid for my sin.