Genna Lannister の小説・ストーリー

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

Lem, let go of her. "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

89 ANNALISE I stood in the clearing, the remnants of our victory still echoing in my ears, I turned to face Janet. The moment felt monumental, heavy with the weight of our shared past. I had witnessed her strength, her courage, and I knew she was ready to lead the pack into a new future. “Janet,” I began, my voice steady. “I am handing you the leadership of the pack. You are their alpha now. You have the strength and wisdom to guide them.”

I said absent-minded. Aunt Maya came in and shut the door gently behind her. She sat by my bedside. She was all dressed up for the ball. "The king sent a special invitation to your father and his household." Are you not coming dearest?." "I'm not coming, Aunt Maya." "Your sister Ava is going to become a Luna, the head of her late mom's pack." "She abandoned the family; she abandoned dad." "She's ashamed of being an omega like dad and I." I said.

“Let me introduce to you the other half of that perfect spice that you will be sharing with your pure dark Yin Pauleen. You have met her already and that’s for sure. And I know that you four had the idea of who is it.” With a cunning smile that HE then draws to HIS face, and HIS eyes that is in utter hideous glee. HE snaps HIS finger and calls upon that soul. That original soul, now walking towards them and smiles, as HE calls her name. “Gennivier.” Somehow expecting everything to turn into this. The four of them greeted Gen with expressionless eyes and a child-like appearance. “A kid?”

Looking at her with disbelief, I commented, “Honestly, Glenda, maybe it’s time to check your head. You’re grasping at straws now.” Anyone would have backed away from shame, but I forgot she didn’t have that. She kept her head high and took slow menacing steps towards me. Stopping just a few steps away and almost aligned with Prince Deacon, she let out a smirk. “I may lack your skill, Elena, but I have merited from the southern front. And let’s not forget—I’m Bryson’s Luna. That’s a title you’ll never take from me. You may gain all the honors you like, but you'll always be behind me, the first female general.”

Or did she just really want him so badly? That night, Gabe Clyborne owned Annalise Leonila or should we say…Larisa Valestine. She made another mistake.

Or a dish that you liked? “What the hell do you mean by that?” Apparently, my questions had surprised him beyond measure because now he looked like I was the crazy one “How can you not know who the hell Sansa is? Have you never heard of the Starks? Game of Thrones?” “Did you name it after a fictional character, then?” I said without carrying still looking apprehensive at the big dog with gray fur and blue eyes that kept in the same position, "And it's female, right?" With an exasperated sound, Louis pulled away from me to take the bed back and place it on the side of the living room couch and where Sansa immediately lay down.

The fact that a bodyguard watches Turkish movies is more surprising. “Of course.” Eren wobbles, his mouth full with popcorn. “Which season is it?” “Last on.” I reply shortly, observing him while his eyes are plastered on the screen. Even while eating like a monkey he looks so cute. “So.” He swallows everything in his mouth and looks at me. “Delena or Stelena?” Easy question. “Delena.” I choose surely. He raises a brow. “Because?” “Uh.” I trail off, mentally preparing my script. “Damon lits up a fire in Elena. He makes her feel alive, passion and different. They have a strong chemistry and together they are intense.”

He smirked, sitting back on his throne. Ryan only smiled dryly, "That won't work on me. You won't hurt Mom." He said confidently. Alpha Draven frowned. "There's Gianna." Ryan only arched his brows, his expression flat. "He's your General's daughter." Alpha Draven's frown deepened and his gaze landed on me. He smirked. "There's her." Ryan scoffed lightly. "Try it." A low warning.