House Of The Dragon Fanfiction Watching Game Of Thrones Mga Nobela at Kwento

Rune’s POV One of my favorite things in the world, apart from being in the same room as Alora, is watching her through the CCTV cameras. It's become an obsession, one I can’t break free from, and honestly, I don’t want to. It’s been days already since I started this twisted game with her. Every day, I go to her room, pushing her to the edge of pleasure before pulling back, leaving her unsatisfied. Every single time, it’s the same, watching her shudder, writhe, and then curse me as I walk away.

Blood rushes to the southern part of me causing a tent to form in my sweat pants. "Stop it"I say calmly looking at her. She pauses and looked up at me with her innocent face. She is going to kill me. "Stop moaning"I say through clenched teeth and that is when she realizes what I was talking about. "Sorry"she mutters sheepishly with red face before going back to eating. After breakfast I cleaned the kitchen although she offered to do it. I don't let my princess around the kitchen. She is too beautiful for that. I joined her on the couch,she was watching an episode of Game of thrones.

Every drone, every camera, every soldier was a witness to a war that had no mercy, no end, and no choice for failure. Bianca pressed herself against the final wall, hearing the faint hum of electricity and distant voices. She whispered into her comm, voice low and steady: “The game begins… and only one will rise from the embers.” Above her, Ash’s throne room was lit in molten fire, her gaze piercing the darkness like a blade. The daughter had entered her domain and the mother of war would not falter. The first sparks of confrontation leapt through the shadows. And the world waited.

Jenny Anderson POV I soon entered Dragon's room to take a bath, rinsed the soap out of my body, and felt his searing looks at my body with all its precision. I turned until the water hit my back, and he only left me watching the soap surround my chest. I heard the sound of water running down my feet, and I heard his voice taking off his clothes to join me. As I watched the water collapse, Dragon closed my legs around him. Each of us was breathing hard.

“And so?” “Oh my, God. You’re so dumb! You should start watching the Game of Thrones, The Crown, and The Last Kingdom, duh! And oh, Meghan Markle got married to Prince Harry and they’re expecting their first baby. See? Prince charming does exist.” Charlie rolled her eyes.

The family house is a private mansion, it's on the edge of town with a gated entrance and a high wall surrounding the property, it's a private home. Most members of the black dragon family live here, me and ghost have a private room here too. Arya will get her own or she can stay in one of ours since she gets nightmares. The house also includes a private gym, shooting range, an outside pool, an entertainment room. I gave Arya the grand tour of the mansion, her favorite being the entertainment room it includes a big flat tv screen, video games, a pool table, a built-in bar. This room is probably the dream for most teenagers since my sister hates going out.

"Now to the serious part. You owe me a bloodoath, and I'm here to use it. I need answers." "Shocking. I thought the King drilling his dick into you consistently would have pushed that thought out of your head." Heat raised to her cheeks, her eyes filled with anger than embarrassment. That was something she really didn't want to think about right now, how dare he bring it up? "What? is there a way you are spying on me now?" It was his turn to laugh. "Ewwww. Why will you think I will watch you? That's disgusting and boring." He paused. "I'm connected to the dragon and the beast hates it when you are together. Haven't you noticed that already?"

Since Klaus wanted to participate in the game," the MC voice sounded, 'he will have it done with Luna, according to the rules. So, Luna let's see the paper with you to know the kind of game we'll play tonight and let's not forget that you all is our audience. You have the right to sight your opinion and opt in anytime." I opened the paper that has been wrapped in my sweaty hands. "GAME OF THRONES" I read out loud.

“What if I call her name out loud in front of everyone, tell her that she is the most beautiful woman on earth and kiss her really hard.” “Olly, my response to that is the reaction of every Game of Thrones fan after watching Arya Stark’s sex scene on the last season, ‘Nobody wants to see that.’” “Really” Oliver responds “You are comparing my crush for Lucy with Arya Stark’s sex scene, because that scene was unbearable.” “I know, and you are being unbearable. What is wrong with you? You are a great guy and you shouldn’t be wasting your time with women like Lucy Chaw.” I screamed at him.

I settled into the center of a velvet lounger, the salt from the popcorn stinging my raw knuckles—a sharp reminder of the morning's training. I hit play on Game of Thrones. The first episode was a rush of color and high-stakes drama. I watched the Stark family, laughing and whole, and a lump formed in my throat. I knew enough about the world to know that happy families in stories like this were a death sentence. I already felt a kinship with Arya; she was small, underestimated, and searching for a way to fight back in a world that wanted her to be a lady. Just like me, I thought, my fingers tracing the rim of the Pringles can. Except her cage is a castle, and mine is a glass tower in the sky