Jamie Lannister Novels & Stories

Jamie goes up from the bed, wanting to go and help her with her face. “Marry? Being a Luna is boring. Look at Mum, always trying to find the right colour to match the walls, or how the food tastes. I want to be like Dad,” she says as I watch Jamie try to fix her. “What if it’s a prince?” Jamie asked. “Doesn’t matter. I want to fight.” She said. “That’s sad. I told Cassian that he would like my sister” He said to her, as she opened her eyes turning to me.

Another stupid old man spoke. Wiping his voice from my ear with a finger, I cocked my head, giving the men behind me the order. Three of my men stepped towards the last elder who had dared to challenge me. Just when my men were about to lay their hands on the old man, Liam attacked, snapping the necks of my men. In seconds, my men were lifeless on the floor. Told you these bastards were just like their Alpha.

“He’s coming for what he thinks he owns. While he might not want to kill me, he wants to claim me and that is going to be a punishment worse than death in my eyes. He will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants and that is why we are going to end this with blood. There is no other option.” Before I could answer, a sound split the cold air, a lone voice amplified by power, distant but unmistakable. Darius’s. “Liam!” The voice rolled across the snow, sharp and mocking. “You’ve taken what’s mine again! You’ve hidden behind your walls, your warriors, your Luna. But you can’t hide her from me forever! I will get her because she is mine. I want this claim on her. I have wanted this claim on h

"Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war." George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire, #3) • • • INTRODUCING THE MAIN TWO CHARACTERS:- • Neffie Hale Granddaughter of the highest ruler-the royal luna herself. She's a silent but attentive girl with a high intelligence, and an I-don't-care-like and a stubborn personality. She loves her family and will do anything to protect them. She values love the most and believes it is a sacred thing. She has long and wavy sunset red hair, a beautiful pair of fiery red (golden orange) eyes. Her smooth and fair skin is ivory in complexion and her height is 5'5". Also she has a thin ballerina shaped figure.

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.

I was sitting in the dark, eating chocolate, and waiting for the monster to come home from his war. The blue light of the massive screen flickered against the red LED strips of the room, creating a violet haze that matched the bruising in my soul. It was mid-afternoon, and I was spiraling. Jamie Lannister was a monster for what he did to Bran, and Ned Stark—god, Ned was a fool. Why didn't he stay in the cold safety of Winterfell? Why did everyone good have to die while the vultures like Joffrey and Sansa’s delusions thrived?

And Lysander. He appeared on screen from what looked like a hotel room with a neutral background, good light. He looked the same as he always looked: composed, warm, carrying sixty years of preparation with the specific ease of someone who had finally found its right application. He caught her eye across the screen for a moment. Nodded once. She nodded back. Amara Maren opened the session.

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.

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.

Jamie said as she turned around and went inside the house. Cherie stands there stiffly, she didn't expect that dealing with her is the hardest. Jamie is a girl with a strong fighting spirit. She's not an easy subject. If that's the case, she might need an accomplice to execute her plan. Franz is for her only! Not for Jamie and not for any girl that comes along the way. And she makes sure she will be his happy ending and this Jamie will suffer! She said as she seat in her car and simultaneously punches the steering wheel of her car! She cried in frustration, she takes a minute to compose herself and decided to pursue her evil plans.