Jon Daenerys Novels & Stories

The helpers greeted her in unison. "Please call me Arya and thank you." she replied with a tired smile. The helpers were a bit surprised to see her changed aura. Fivr years ago, Mrs. Brail is a weak and poeerless woman. But the woman now is very different. "Madam, would you like us to serve your food right away?" "No, I'm okay. I just want to rest for now. I'll eat tomorrow." "But Madam-" "Let her be! She can starve herself!" Eon shouted, he was not pleased since they went down the plane. She's didn't show any signs of jealous after what he and Vanessa had displayed.

I badly wanted to complain about it and tell them about my thought but my mother kept going. “Of course, we know what you are experiencing Theon but we are also dreaming to be grandparents, to have that baby on our hand. And we want to see you getting married, having that someone with you for the rest of your live. Can you remember the last time you fainted, it was already three years ago, maybe that fainting-thing was over and somehow, you’re healed. We don’t know that.”

Daniel emphasizes. Ayden takes another sip of his drink and looks at him seriously. "Arya's mother doesn't have much time left, she's very sick," Ayden declares. "Jeff can't come, he's in jail, but Arya doesn't know that… she thinks he's still missing like always."

At times, I wonder how I ended up being an Alpha when my parents were Betas, but it didn't take a toll on me since I was living fine with them, and the Alpha trait is hidden so that no one would find out. “She is here to see you—” one of my guards announced and left the room immediately. I turned to the door and watched her come in. She was Ava, the lady I chose just to make my parents happy. She bowed to me. “Tyrion!!” having a smile on her face, she walked forward. I feel so sorry for her because there's no atom of love I have for her. If I can find the lady I spent the night with, I will likely pay her and send her out of the Pack too. I wouldn't want anything that would stop me from lovi

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Daemon began to recount the long story, and I listened intently to every word, "You know that the Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack has a daughter, 'Daenerys,' and her mate was supposed to be her cousin, Kaos. But what happened?" I asked in astonishment, "What happened?" He continued, "Overnight, the daughter of the leader and Alpha of the Silver Moonlight Pack ran away with the leader of the Black Mountain Pack, known as 'Kazius.' Her father managed to bring her back, but discovered today that she had given birth to Kazius's child. Today, Daenerys gave birth to her first daughter from Kazius of the Black Mountain Pack after their escape and pursuit."

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.

“Yes, liefhe (love). It is from the Song of Ice and Fire book series, which is what the show is based on. My father was obsessed with the books. When he found out that I would be a girl, he convinced my mother to name me after the high-born girl turned deadly warrior. He said that an alpha’s daughter needed a fierce name.” Both Devin and I startle and Arya covers her mouth with her hand. She looks more surprised than anything. “Alpha’s daughter?” Devin asks, his voice full of questions.

It was so bad that we started avoiding our own home at a point. If I believed in diviners, I would have sent her to one. Ameera would tear the pillows, slash the pictures with a knife and generally destroy anything that came her way. This has happened since the day Arya died. Two months after Arya's death, it became obvious that Ameera wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We started locking her in the attic every Tuesday before she woke up. We would put her breakfast, lunch and even dinner in there and only bring her out on Wednesday morning. Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning.