Joffrey Baratheon Novels & Stories

His guards advanced, hands reaching for her clothes as they ripped Ava's gown to shred, her struggles and resistance were useless and her breast dangled naked to the hungry eyes of Joffery who immediately stood up and touched Ava's breasts, whilst her hands were restrained to her back helplessly. “I’ve told you for years, Ava! You’re my property now that I’m Lord Theon! My father told me to marry you, but my mother will not want a wolf girl as the lady of this house, But I can have you as my sex slave anyway so I can do anything I want to that gorgeous breast!” Joffery said with an hysterical laughter... As his eyes gleamed at Ava's breasts which he had fantasied sucking for 7 years now. “No

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

His outfit for today is a Givenchy wine-coloured sweater with a deep V-neck to reveal his curvaceous neckline and attractive collarbones, next to a loose brown leather jacket. Cyrus's slender fingers are lighting matches and lighting cigarettes, elegant but distant, difficult to approach. "That benefactor!" Aaron cheered, "Hurry up and get people a glass of wine!" He stammered, "I'm afraid he won't recognise me." As Aaron served Cyrus attentively, as expected, he didn't bother to lift his eyelids, as if he had completely forgotten about the model guy he worked with for ten days. "Just a little bit more drunk!" Aaron whispered in his ear, "He's had about three glasses of Torros Spedal."

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

I assume from all the snacks he has eaten based on the wrappers lying about. “You want me to… go with you…?” He seems shocked and looks at Falcon, who hasn’t removed his eyes from the warlock once. “I don’t particularly care for an extra person.” He says menacingly. I sigh and elbow him in the gut, but he doesn’t move an inch. “Why are we here, Monty?” Falcon asks. “We need him,” Monty says, refusing any more details than that. “My name is Joffrey. I am the last remaining descendant of Annika the Honest.” He says standing proud, and good for him being proud of his heritage. Even if it means absolutely nothing to me.

All eyes went to Daemon who took confident strides towards her. He side-eyed Joffrey who stood right next to her and smirked. His eyes uncomfortably rested on her hand where the new wedding ring is on her finger. “I never thought you’d be the type of a man who would steal someone’s wife. Where did the honorable man who served my father go, Joffrey?” Joffrey’s face twitched in annoyance. “The old man would be disappointed on you if he’s still around today. He made sure his men are respectful to other families but I guess his own son fell short of his standards.”

A tall slender built, bouncy, bright-eyed red-haired guy and a smaller strawberry blonde slender built female. Nick stepped forward; the loss of his contact built my nerves. His hand was outstretched and shook his father’s hand followed by a small hug for his mother. “Mother, father, Callie, Zack, this is Leila,” he paused, “My girlfriend.” He offered out his hand and I stepped forward. “Leila, this is my father, Richard, my mother Lesley, my brother Zack and my sister Callie.” “It’s lovely to meet you all.” I smiled.

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.

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i

He is young but the look in his eyes tells her that his experiences are not. Charlotte starts to read his profile. Apparently, he is the younger brother of the former Beta of the King, who was in fact Azraiel’s uncle, his Aunt Caitlyn’s husband. When his uncle was declared King’s Beta, his younger brother Daniel Scott took over the Golden Forest pack as Alpha. After the death of King’s Beta, Daniel Scott was appointed the Head Coordinator by vote and Aunt Caitlyn took over the pack as Alpha. “Have you met him?” Charlotte asks Theo.