Novel & Cerita I Am Yours And You Are Mine Game Of Thrones

My father said as he moves to my Uncle Bishop’s side, and the two of them begin to kick at the door together trying to break through it, making more debris fall from the hole, and I knew if we didn’t get out of here soon, we were going to be buried alive. My father’s words at that moment echoed in my head, as if subconsciously they were trying to tell me something. This was a game that the heir was playing with us, and with each game I have ever played each person needs to take their turn. Looking around I realized that Joffrey was the only one that had taken his, making me wonder if he would be able to open the door. “Stop!” I shouted out, making them all turn to look in my direction, befor

“Well.. it’s obvious. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your shoes? Okay, now, back to the question. Due to my observance this evening, I’ve come to the conclusion that he steals glances and watches you 24/7. How’s that for a friendship?” My mouth opened in amazement. "Oh, James Connor." She stood to her feet, touching her chest with her other her hand in the air. "Tall, mysterious, beautiful... How art thee human?" I bickered, holding my stomach. "Girls fall at thy feet. Including me." She curtsied. "Long live James Connor!" "Long live the King," I joined, laughing humorously. "Mimi." I shook my head.

Edmund Stark never believed that he would be in a position to change a single diaper in his life, nor he imagined that he would sing music for children to his beautiful daughter, but time proved him wrong. His wife loved to challenge him, and he loved her and his little angel deeply, there was nothing he would not do to please them. “Daddy loves you, Ava!” He whispered to the baby that was cooing in his arms.“Daddy will protect you forever! Don’t forget what I always tell you, you are not allowed to date until you are eighteen!” He gently pressed a kiss on his princess’ forehead, before returning her to her bed. He laid down in the bed, next to a sleeping Isabella. ‘What about my reward?’ He

Was the last thing she heard before he took out the clothes she had placed on herself. Stacy was on the verge of screaming when he pointed a gun at her forehead. He had dark black eyes and dark hair with only a few strands dyed green, he wore a black jacket and jeans with black hand gloves to match. Injuries were visible on his bare skin and blood seeped through them. "Shut up!" He instructed her and Stacy complied. "Just answer me, where is the document for bounty fashion, the document of ownership?" He asked " What? what do you want with...

He leaned in close, and I could see his eyes flashing as he struggled to control himself. "Girl, I want you to know that, once again, we are not done. If you think this is the end you are sadly mistaken. I'm not sure what the hell gave you the impression that I got my fill of you or that I would let you walk away without a fight, but you are dead wrong. You are just lucky I do not have the time to properly punish you right now. So, let me explain it to you this way and I hope the message sinks in this time," he said very quietly as he leaned even further in so his whole face filled my entire vision. "YOU...ARE... MINE," he growled out and I felt each word hitting me like a blow to the gut.

“I’ll beg him to leave based on a three-year agreement. If I’m still alive by then and if he can still accept me, then we shall get back together then.” “Three years,” Edward muttered softly. He lowered his gaze and asked, “This is the period you’ve set for our game, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she answered straightforwardly with her trembling body, “Three years is the term that I’m willing to do it for my parents for. If I still can’t break free by then, I'll choose to die decadently and not give a damn about anybody else. I don’t care if you kill my parents or annihilate my loved ones.”

The door opened on her side, and she quickly stuffed the papers into her bag as Alexander extended his hand. "Isn't this a bit much?" she whispered as she took his hand, trying to ignore how warm his palm felt against hers. "Isn't this a bit much?" Isabella hissed as she stepped out, smoothing her navy dress. “Darling, we're about to convince my family that you've somehow managed to reform the infamous Alexander Elysian. We need to be disgustingly in love.” His fingers wrapped around hers before she could pull away, and Isabella reminded herself this was all part of the show.

I looked up into his face — this face that had no business existing, sharp jaw, dark eyes burning into mine — and I refused to be the first one to look away. "Correction." His voice was quiet enough that it lived only between us. "You are mine. Only mine. No one else gets to claim you. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to even look at you the way I do." He didn't blink. "Be a good girl, Rose. And I will burn the entire world down and hand you the ashes." The silence stretched tight between us. Then I lifted my chin. "Fine." His eyes narrowed slightly.

She had the deep ruby-red eyes vampires all possessed, but no one could compete with the adorable dimples and freckles scattered across her cheeks. “Hey,” she said softly, making sure I was okay. “It's just two hours. All we need to do is wait for Ariella to arrive and then we'll leave.” Ariella. Right. The popular werewolf chick that everyone had been talking about for weeks before graduation. From what I heard, she was hosting the party to celebrate her boyfriend's coronation and their upcoming engagement. Everyone knew who he was. Levi Alexander Vance. The new Alpha King. Also known as the Dark Prince of Palisade Crown University. His counterpart, Matthias Alistair Thorne, the Vampire Cro

"Pylos, read it to him." "Your Grace." The maester took up one of the parchments and cleared his throat. "All men know me for the trueborn son of Steffon Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End, by his lady wife Cassana of House Estermont. I declare upon the honor of my House that my beloved brother Robert, our late king, left no trueborn issue of his body, the boy Joffrey, the boy Tommen, and the girl Myrcella being abominations born of incest between Cersei Lannister and her brother Jaime the Kingslayer. By right of birth and blood, I do this day lay claim to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. Let all true men declare their loyalty. Done in the Light of the Lord, under the sign and