Jon And Daenerys Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"There's proof of a sort at Storm's End. Robert's bastard. The one he fathered on my wedding night, in the very bed they'd made up for me and my bride. Delena was a Florent, and a maiden when he took her, so Robert acknowledged the babe. Edric Storm, they call him. He is said to be the very image of my brother. If men were to see him, and then look again at Joffrey and Tommen, they could not help but wonder, I would think." "Yet how are men to see him, if he is at Storm's End?" Stannis drummed his fingers on the Painted Table. "It is a difficulty. One of many." He raised his eyes. "You have more to say about the letter. Well, get on with it. I did not make you a knight so you could learn to

“He’s going to think I am whore.” “You are a whore.” Jon said as he crouched in front of her. “It’s true! That’s all I have left! I’m a whore!” She whispered. “You liked that shit.” Jon said. “No I didn’t!” She protested. “Then why is your cunt dripping?” Jade looked at her crotch. It was true, despite her being upside down with a cross deep inside her, her pussy juices were leaking out. Jon grabbed the cross and pulled it out of her.

JD scoffs as he reasons out, "If I confirmed what she already knows, there wouldn't be that tiny possibility- her small hope of a world where I didn't kill her dad and I'm inlove with her." "You did it for her anyways." "She doesn't have to know that." JD fix Lyanna's hair gently behind her ears, "She's going through too much already." I grab his hands and threatened, "I suggest you won't touch my bride again." "And here I thought you didn't care about her because the witches are only using her to get to you like Raya?" I didn't say anything and stayed there as JD remarks before he leaves the room, "Just a reminder, Lyanna's not Raya and I'm still going to steal her from you so don't get too

There was a moment of silence as we all watched Tyrion take a substantial amount of gulps before giving a response. “Well…it's a lucky day because I brought you a souvenir,” Tyrion, belched, and dropped his drink. He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table towards me. “Beta Damon’s wife, Lisa, and his three-year-old son, Jayden.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait what?” A sly smile gradually drew at the corner of my lip. “Could you please draw me a clearer picture?” I asked, leaning back into my seat.

Are you sure you still want your fists to be crunchy? Jonas says and If there is something about Dane, he will be not them back because of how he doesn't listen to simple instructions and how he believes he can cross over everything and do almost anything that he thinks he can do. “The look in Joans is eyes is one that is very serious.” It shows that he's not kidding. And he's not playing with this threat but Dane doesn't back out of it. Jonas continues to smile and pretend like all of this is nothing short of a joke to him. This is not a joke.

The scent of dried blood lingered in the air, iron-heavy and bitter. It clung to the stones of the dungeon like a warning, sharp and unrelenting. Torches flickered along the corridor walls, casting long, uneven shadows that danced across the damp stone floor. Veyra descended into the depths of the keep, heart pounding, drawn by a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Jon was already there, crouched outside the open cell door. His face was pale, his jaw clenched, hands slick with blood that wasn't his. He looked up at her as she approached, and the pain in his eyes told her everything before she even stepped into the room.

So, I asked my father calmly after sitting down, “What happened, Alpha? Who dares stand against the Black Mountain Pack?” My father began to recount the problem from the beginning: “The Grey Moonlight Pack is known for its purity, and their Alpha has a daughter, ‘Daenerys.’ She was supposed to marry her cousin, Kaos, but she fell in love with Kazius from our pack. You know exactly who Kazius is, but now he has fallen into the pack’s trap, and they plan to imprison him forever.”

Jay POV I was trying as much as possible to distract his mind from the thought that his girlfriend will be fucked beyond walking. Orgy has always been a normal thing in Dorne, but we all don't normally bring our girlfriends at all as aside from being protective, we are also worried that after they experience unstoppable ramming from two extra men, we won't be able to satisfy them anymore. I don't even know why I thought of bringing our girls in this one, but it's already too late; what I can only do is make sure Axel calms down about it.

, I said to myself, tapping my forehead in anger. Yes, it started with something like a Don, but the end of the name sounded like something I had heard on a TV show somewhere. I tried remembering the TV show, it was a very popular TV show, something about games and thrones - Game of Thrones, that was it. His name sounded like one of the characters, the queen with the blonde or rather white hair, Danearys. I tried to combine the two pieces of information in my head and then it struck - Donaerys. That was his name, Donaerys.

“And who is to be charmed?” “Maria Maleventum. She is to fall in love with a person named Jon St. Fond.” Sweat dripped from Jon’s forehead. Passions stirred and the red haze of desire rode over his brain. Could this really work? The girl he wanted so much, the focus of his primal lust, would soon be his. And so easily? He became so excited he made himself sick. “Jon St. Fond,” said the entity. Sneering curiosity. A treasure uncovered. Jon’s blood froze. His name was now known. “Is that you?”