Jaime Lannister X Reader Novels & Stories

Ainara sat at her mother’s bedside, tears streaking her face, while Andres stood near the window, his fists clenched, his mind torn between guilt and fear. Jaime’s presence filled the room with authority. His eyes were sharp, his jaw tight. He looked first at Andres, then at Ainara, and the weight of his stare was unbearable. “Do you think I didn’t see?” Jaime’s voice was low but cutting. “You two. In bed. Together.” Ainara flinched, clutching her mother’s hand tighter. “Uncle—” “Don’t,” Jaime snapped, his tone like steel. “Don’t insult me with excuses. I know what I saw. And I know what it means.”

"Aunt Laura saw them talking by the swings yesterday. She said Rebecca gave him her juice box!" "SARA!" Micheal's voice cracked with mortification. "Stop saying things that aren't true!" "It is true!" She stuck her tongue out, "Aunt Laura told Daddy everything." The room went perfectly still, and I felt ice crawl down my veins. Laura. Jaime's first wife. The woman who had once shared Jaime's name, his bed, and who had given birth to the children now sitting in front of me. She'd left her children and Jaime behind because his company had gone bankrupt at the time, and they were on the verge of losing everything.

I'm surprised it didn't just tear off with the speed and force of her hit. "Talking down your nose to me was a mistake. But don't think for a second that a weak, pathetic, washes up nobody, such as yourself can ever outdo me. In fact, I'm glad you opened your mouth. You'll be an example to any other female that wishes to talk about my mate." Lana seethes, her grin menacing. The surge of possessiveness that shone in her eyes and voice riled me up. Not in the bad way. Quicker than lightening she spins around Jaime grabbing her skull firmly, she used enough speed in one fluent spin to effectively rip off her head.

She breathed deeply, and she saw Jaime’s nostrils flare. “I know you’re not, but that doesn’t mean I’m the man for you.” He sighed and murmured, “I’m sorry.” And before she could react, he walked away into the night. The End Thank you for reading Say You’re Mine! I hope you loved Adam and Joy’s story. Don’t miss Jaime and Grace’s story in All I Ask of You. Jaime might’ve denied Grace that kiss, but that doesn’t mean things won’t soon be heating up between them…

he said. As they left Joy’s apartment, a door opened at the end of the hall. Gavin, the prodigal Danvers brother, stepped out, looking like he’d been run over by a train. Jaime hadn’t met Gavin yet, but he’d recognize him anywhere. He had the Danvers look, and his eyes were the same as Grace’s. He wondered if he should introduce himself, given the circumstances, but Gavin beat him to the punch. “You must be Jaime,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Gavin Danvers.”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” With that, he settled into the seat next to her, pulling out a book from his bag. Isla watched as he opened it, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration. She couldn’t help but admire the way his brown hair fell just above his forehead, the way his jawline was perfectly chiseled, and how his lips curved slightly as he read. “Wait a minute,” she said, breaking the silence. “I didn’t know you were a reader.” Liam lowered the book, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. “So you thought that a hot dude like me doesn’t read?” he replied, a teasing smile playing on his lips.

When I reached the meeting room, the door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open without hesitation. My eyes landed on Jaime immediately. He was standing at the far end of the room, speaking with a few of the elders. His expression was calm, almost indifferent, but I could see the subtle arrogance in the way he carried himself. Like he already knew he was going to take the throne. Like he thought it was his right. Anger surged through me, and I clenched my fists as I stepped inside. “Jaime,” I growled, my voice low and filled with barely contained rage.

Milicent and the bookkeeper bowed their heads. "Greetings, Lord Whitaker," they said. "You do not know who I am," the man said with a laugh. "Forgive me." He got off his horse and walked toward her, and he extended his hand with a warm smile. "I am Jaime Whitaker, Lord of the Northern Region," he said. He was young with sharp features and long blond hair that went past his shoulders. Lena hesitated, but she took his hand. Jaime lowered it and brushed his lips against her knuckles.

Well, she was talking to a child but … Jaime ignored her and closed his eyes, his rageful breath could be felt by me intermittently. “Ignoring me?” Lana's face turned cold as the temperature dropped before 0 degrees. My heart sank for Jaime, is Jaime going to die here? That was all my brain could think of at that moment. The cold had already begun freezing everything in its oath, climbing steadily towards Jaime. Jaime remained in the front of the veil,not even moving an inch. Oh god.

She didn't know who it was but the voice showed that the person she had just bumped into was a wealthy, domineering, and power-filled man. She disengaged quickly and her face met with an extremely handsome man. His eyes were so blue, that he would be contesting with the sea. His hair was dark and wavy. His nose was pointy and beautiful. His lips were pink and full. And his body was well built, slender, and beautiful. It was Warren Lannister. She had seen him a couple of times on social media but she had never met him in real life until now. Looking at him, she felt like backing away. She wished the floor would just open and swallow her up because it was better than the intimidating aura that