Jamie Lannister Novels & Stories

"Or should I call you, the Dark Princess of the mountains?" Clenching my fists I took a deep breath. Lifting his hand, Luca smacked the back of Jamie's hand. "Why don't you sit your ass down?" Grumbling to himself, he did as told. "We should feel honoured." Shouted Jamie. Gesturing around to the others who had joined us, Jamie smirked once again at me. Stealing a mug from another man, he took a swig. "We have the Dark King's child. We should entertain our special guest."

“It's been so long, boys…” “Honestly. we thought you were already dead.” Declan looked at Jamie with mixed expressions. “I thought I am.” Jamie nodded and drank his beer. Diane and Cylas served them the beers and some decent dinner that smelled so good. They were sitting at the outdoor dining table, right next to Jamie's house. Declan and Finn sat opposite Jaime the dwarf, one of the greatest long-lost Blue Moon soldiers. They really thought that Jaime was dead.

Jamie sat on the edge of the rug, silently rolling a small toy car back and forth across the floor. He didn’t make any sound. His eyes were fixed on the toy, but his mind was far away. The light from the window touched his face, showing tear stains on his cheeks from the night before. Daniel stood nearby, watching him. It had been days since Jamie found out the truth. Since then, he barely smiled or spoke. He didn’t call out for Maya anymore, but Daniel could see it in his eyes—he missed her.

Javi. He stood nearly a hundred yards away, but with my heightened sight and hearing, it felt like we were inches apart. He looked completely at ease. His hair was tied back in a ponytail, his frame thick with muscle. His knuckles were large, scarred—built for fighting. Javi tipped his chin up in a subtle nod. “Stay out of this, my man.” “Too late. I’m already in it. Why are you targeting Lyanna? What did she ever do to you?”

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.

Damian stood at the back of the room, watching. He had that look he got sometimes, the one that meant he was trying to figure out whether he belonged in a moment or was merely observing it. A hundred and forty years old, and still learning how to step into ordinary joy without waiting for an invitation. I watched him watching us. And then Jamie, without even glancing up from the box she was rummaging through, held out an ornament in his direction. Just extended her arm, confident as anything, the gesture saying you're part of this whether you've decided that or not.

He seems nervous, as he regards me, his hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're in the immortal lands, in my home. My name is Aspen, Alpha Asher's brother," he explains. I'm shocked into silence for a long second. From what I remember about Alpha Asher, he has the same cut jawline and sloping cheekbones. There eyes are marginally different; as is their hair. Aspen's hair is slightly less disheveled and a soft, wood brown. "Immortal lands," I say slowly, giving my mind time to process that. "Are you immortal?"

“Are you going to introduce us?” I turned my back, and Azrael was standing quietly and watching. I blushed. I stood beside Azrael and wrapped my arms around him. “Azrael, these are my brothers, Kim, the perfectionist oldest, Konrad, the second mother. Jamie, the self-proclaimed freedom fighter.” “That’s me.” Jamie saluted and Azrael raised the brow. “You already know Ancel, my crazy twin.” “You mean awesome twin.” Ancel said, and I rolled my eyes.

“You have my number. Call me if there’s anything.” Nicholas and Jamie nod and bid them goodbye. Once they are seated in the car and Azraiel starts driving, he turns to her slightly and asks, “What was that about?” Charlotte’s brows scrunched in confusion. “What was what about?” “You and Nicholas smiling at each other like that?” He asks gripping the steering wheel as if his life depends on him. Charlotte quirks her eyebrow, “So I can’t smile at a pack member of mine?” She knows he is jealous and she kind of likes it but she also finds it funny as hell.

The fact that a bodyguard watches Turkish movies is more surprising. “Of course.” Eren wobbles, his mouth full with popcorn. “Which season is it?” “Last on.” I reply shortly, observing him while his eyes are plastered on the screen. Even while eating like a monkey he looks so cute. “So.” He swallows everything in his mouth and looks at me. “Delena or Stelena?” Easy question. “Delena.” I choose surely. He raises a brow. “Because?” “Uh.” I trail off, mentally preparing my script. “Damon lits up a fire in Elena. He makes her feel alive, passion and different. They have a strong chemistry and together they are intense.”