Gulltown Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

"You think this is the end of the game, Garron?" I said, my voice cutting through the thick, stagnant air of the street like a jagged blade. I leaned against the brickwork of the alleyway, watching through my phone lens as the chaos unfolded in front of the apartment. The livestream comments were moving so fast they were a blur of digital noise, but the visual was crystal clear. Garron Stormriven, my supposed father, was currently cradling his mistress in the middle of the Nightfall Territory, his face twisted in a mask of panic that he never once showed when he was bleeding me dry for pack funds.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

She just hoped she didn't regret taking that bold step, bringing father and son together. Gwen had never really imagined this before, and now it was going to happen in an unconventional situation. But, in the end, everything was easier than she could have expected. They were taken to a separate entrance from the gates from the general public and soon found Trent and the other guests in his box. It was a perfect autumn Thursday for a football game, the temperature was low and the view of blue sky and white clouds outside the window was magical. Jonah's eyes were wide, though he stopped when he saw Trent. "I remember you in my mom's office."

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

The mansion is classy and so eye-catching. I just followed him around, while my stuff will be carried by the other helpers. He turned around and stared at me. “Your room is on the left side with the red door.” he said and turned his back again to walk to his room. He is Ash Jaxon Gulliver, the Alpha of the Dawn’s Clan here in Dawnsville Village. This village is big, and the populations are high. Which is why some people are amused by how he manages this clan with sovereignty.

“Here.” “Gullspire,” Elliott says, surprised. “I thought that place was abandoned.” “It is,” Oloron replies. “On paper. In practice, it’s rented piecemeal to men who pay in cash and leave at night. Old manor on a bluff east of the river bend. Stones quarried a hundred years ago by men who salted their bread with seawater. Two towers, one taller. Top floors were converted to suites in the eighties. Purple was fashionable then. It’s owned by Caitlyn’s family,” he shakes his head, eyes closed.

"What did you find?" "Honey, what didn't I find?" Mirabel pulled out her phone, sliding it across the table. "Your favorite investigative journalist strikes again. My source saw him accepting briefcases from known cartel members. Multiple times. Always at that abandoned warehouse by the shore.They own half the local stations and the story keeps getting buried." Isabella's fingers itched for her sketchpad. Already, images were forming in her mind – Senator Morrison caricature, dark shadows, money changing hands, the American flag draped ironically in the background, a fascinating Wall text..

Knowing the truth would shatter whatever we have together. After a while, we got to aunt Maya's house. The place looked like a castle. Gwen's face lit up in excitement. Holding the hem of her dress, her eyes savoured the place in nostalgia. She took a deep breath of satisfaction. “It's just like I remember.” She said in smiles. Together we made our way in through the huge doors. I was happy she was happy, but I was still concerned about mad dog. Was he dead? Or perhaps did he run wild again? I had no idea what it was, but I can't let Gwen find out what my father did to her mother. At least not yet. I was not willing to let go of my new found joy. We were asked to wait for Gwen's aunt, she wa

Eve said. She came to sit close to him, and she took his hand in hers. She smiled. "I really love your shirt." Elvin grinned. "Thanks. I was scared it wouldn't be your size." "So, the game we are playing, was it like the kind you and Lisa played?" Eve asked. Elvin slightly shook his head. "No. Yours is more complex. More arranged. Filled with more deception and seduction." Everybody was a pawn in this game. The entire city was like a board game. If Elvin tried to flee from her, Eve would lockdown the entire nation, and she knew the right people to call.

Aria The walls of Malakai Thorne’s penthouse were made of reinforced glass, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline that he practically owned. To anyone else, this place was an impenetrable fortress of modern architecture and high-end security. To me, for the past year, it had been a sanctuary. A beautiful, gilded haven where the ghosts and monsters of my past couldn’t touch me. After everything I had been running from, everything that had nearly broken me, this penthouse was the only place in the world where I could finally breathe.