Jaime Lannister Novels & Stories

"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

Why is everyone asking me about my hair? "Yes it is.. cool color huh?" Lexi answers in my place. "I wasn't asking you, idiot." The boy says and Lexi gives him a light punch on his shoulder. "Hi, I'm Antonio. But all my friends call me Tony so please call me Tony." I grab his hand and offer him a handshake. "I'm Morgana."

Entering the living area a little while later, they found Jaime, Ace, Kass, Marcus,Royd Grace, Lydia, and Sansa. The smell of Onyx and Tasha’s combined scents seemed to hit everyone at once, because they were all smiling—even Sansa, despite that it was fake.

Would she be punished or sent to some dungeon deep underground? I really needed to stop watching Game of Thrones. I had to stop overthinking because I had an early morning and couldn’t afford to anger any more of these people. I showered and went to bed. *** The next morning, I prepared myself and made my way to the kitchen. “Well, if it isn’t the troublemaker.” The chef glared at me as I entered. “I’m sorry, what?” I said, taken aback. “You sent Catrina for the worst punishment. She was my best girl,” he replied.

Emily responded with a downcast tone. "I'm sorry, Emily," Take a good look at him and see how deeply he cares for you by observing the look in his eyes... Because he cares about your well-being, he is willing to transport you to the royal residence. Leia is able to persuade her. And he declined to carry out what he was instructed to do by you.'

Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier. Standing there at a loss for words, Drake walked over to me, extending his hand for a handshake. "Hi, I'm Drake. You must be the new Luna?" As he said that, I noticed how Linda stared at me, and the other girl, resembling her, approached me. I despised the way she looked at me, as if trying to peer into my soul, sending chills down my spine. "So, you're the one who stole my sister's Alpha, huh? A real slut."

Darren stroked my hair gently and said in a calm voice, "Lisa, don't be afraid. I'm here. Master's coming back as well. We won't allow anyone to hurt you." I shook my head and held his arms, "No, you don't understand. He's a very bad guy. He's the Alpha of the White Walkers and he kills people for a living like farmers cutting off crops. He's watching me all these days and he's preying on me!"

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

The other, however, was dressed more casually—dark jeans, a fitted blazer, and an air of effortless confidence. "Good morning, Mr. Victor," the casually dressed man greeted first. I raised an eyebrow. "Call me Victor," I replied, glancing at the lawyer, who nodded in acknowledgment and greeted me next. The casually dressed man took a step forward. "I’m Damian. Damian Lannister." The moment he said his name, something clicked. I knew exactly who he was. Damian Lannister only son of Jack Lannister,his reputation preceded him—a name whispered in business circles, always tied to power plays, takeovers, and silent wars fought behind closed doors. Damian Lannister wasn’t just anyone. He was a pred