Jaime Lannister Novels & Stories

He was just lying there, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, his eyes unfocused. I raised my fist for another blow but something stopped me. Maybe it was the sight of his children crying or the knowledge that he wasn’t worth it. I stood up, my hand throbbing with pain and covered in blood. Jaime lie motionless on the ground, his face a mess of blood and forming bruises. "You never deserved her," I said, my voice hoarse. "You're scum, Jaime King. Less than scum." I looked at Laura, who was backed away with her hands over her mouth and the children hiding behind her.

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Standing in the shadows near the security doors was Richard Lannister. He didn't yell. He didn't wave. He simply stood there in his dark overcoat, hands clasped behind his back, staring directly at Liam with a cold, expectant tilt of his chin. It was the exact look he used to give Liam when he was ten years old—the silent, non-negotiable command that meant Get over here right now. A wave of ice-cold dread instantly washed over Liam, drowning out the roar of the arena, the smells of ice and sweat, and the warmth in his chest. His breath hitched hard in his throat.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He spit out and I laughed. “You will tell me what I want to know sooner or later.” I motioned for my man to go back to his torture. I would find her and kill Jensen. He thinks he can double-cross me, so he has to pay the price. A few hours later I walked back into the basement where I was keeping the man we had taken, I think his name was Jordan. I didn’t really care what his name was. All I cared about was breaking him so I could go and get what belonged to me. My man had done a real number on him already so I decided to see if he was ready to talk. I walked over to him, he was chained to the wall and looked like he was barely able to hold himself up. His face was covered in blood and he wa

I was bursting with anger whereas he sat calm. “I had paid a very high amount for you to buy you as maid. I can’t waste my money on hiring maids when I already have you. You are obliged to do house chores or return the money I bought you with instantly.” He vicious and cruel planing left me shocked and helpless. “You are a brute. I hate you!” I hissed disgustedly but he had no expression on his face whatsoever. “Miss, kindly sit down. What work will it be only some cleaning and cooking. All women and wife do that. Is will be alright.” Mr. Kim spoke for the first time intervening us.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

Her smile, her winks, she was so youthful, vibrant, affectionate, and everything… "Jamie? Jamie…" Louella was jealous when she saw Jamie staring at Catelyn. Her body was shivering, but she pretended nothing had happened. She took Jamie by his arms and said, "Catelyn plays really well, don't you think so?" Jamie was snapped back to reality. He bit his tongue and then hugged Louella by her waist. He smiled and said, "No matter how good she is, she is still just a daughter from a broke family. She could never be compared to you."

I looked at him, shuddering. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Who is that guy?” I said, referring to the raven haired one who had his hair down to his chin. “Lannister, the best vampire fighter of this Kingdom. Beside him, is Fang, the second best,” The bell dinged the minute Lannister won. Excited cheers of people who had bet chimed in and I wriggled my eye brows when Lannister connected his eyes with mine. “I see.”