Joffrey Baratheon Novels & Stories

He immediately removed his hand from my shoulder and backed away. "Feisty, I like that." The fallen angel, Az , turned his gaze towards Alexander and gave him a nod of approval. "I now see why you're obsessed with her." Alexander looked taken aback. He pursed his lips with annoyance. "I'm not obsessed with her, I want to kill her." He emphasized his words. I found myself glaring at his tall figure. No need to be that blunt about it. "Hot, hot. Tell me more." Az looked at the both of us with lust. Well damn, someone has been lonely for a very long time.

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

As we reached the last platform of the staircase, Joffrey stopped, as he cleared his throat, making all heads turn in our direction, while the space around us went silent. “My name is Joffrey Livingston, the true heir of the throne. My greatest grandfather was the first of our kind, and he ruled for many years as your Prince. I come before you today to ask for your help, not to take back what should be mine by birthright, but to ask you all to stand with me against a threat that has spilled through this city like a parasite taking whatever it wants. This individual that claims to be the heir is an impostor, stealing abilities and powers with the help of dark magic. He is nothing but a mere v

'No, this is real,' he exclaimed. Yes, I plan to make my intentions known in the forest. I feel something for her. Is she the chosen one from the bloodline to be my queen? Queen of the Iron Throne? He strolled past the maid quarters and into the royal Court, exchanging pleasantries with his council. The man holds out a white sheet of paper written in black. Kohl nods and accepts it. "Awesome," he says after reviewing the names on the list.

I questioned him. I thought Alessandro at least would be a little upset about his father's death; I mean, his father was there for him since he was a baby, so I would understand if he shed a few tears, but then again, Alessandro doesn't really care for anyone except me, I hope. "I'm not sad; I'm happy you got justice for your mother's death; she would be so proud of you. Anyway, he was a piece of shit. He doesn't deserve to be called a father"

Alston rattled. Zachariah felt something switch in him, recalling all the words Alston just sprouted now. He had even used ‘please’, his royal highness, used a ‘please’ for him. “Your highness..” he moved away from him and stared into his face. “Do you like Arya?” He questioned. Alston scrunched his brow at Zachariah, not knowing what he said that led to the question. “And I’m not asking this because I’m the beta of the pack, I’m asking because I’m your friend, do you like Arya?” He repeated.

If we ever found ourselves on opposing sides of a conflict, he wouldn't think twice about crushing me. The four kings and their heirs occupy the rest of the chairs: Pakstan of the North with Pharaoah, Theo of the South with Thorn, River of the East, and me, and lastly, Nathan of the fuckin' West with his second son, Elliot. The latter gives me a scowl, and I return it without blinking. He is a little younger than father in age, but he is still tall, and his grey eyes are exceedingly penetrating. Without sure, he is the one who proposed Bella be wed to one of his kids, who are more repulsive than he is.

His gaze swept the room, every word deliberate. “She has carried burdens no Luna should ever carry, and she has done it with grace. And tonight, the two of us have an announcement to make, one that I, as her Alpha and mate, am proud to be giving.” He paused, his eyes finding mine again, softening just slightly before turning steel-sharp once more. “My Luna, Valerie Blackthorn,” he said clearly, “is carrying my heir…”

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”