Jon Daenerys Novels & Stories

Memories of the real owner of the body suddenly filled her head. Her name, her habit, her family. Everything was potrayed so clearly that Ji Eun felt like she was watching a movie. "Miss, are you okay?" The servant, who turned out to be Mary, looked worried. "Please, get me a cup of hot tea, Mary." Ji Eun said as her headache subsided. Oh no, that's not his name now. This time, she is Cecilia Margareth Lancia. The only daughter of Duke Armando Gustav Lancia and one of the candidates for crown princess in the Atrazal empire.

Lem, let go of her. "She broke my nose." Lem dumped her unceremoniously to the floor. "Who in seven hells is she supposed to be?" "The Hand's daughter." Harwin went to one knee before her. "Arya Stark, of Winterfell."

His elder son was absent, Daerason noticed. "And these are my trusted Lieutenants, Lianna Swallow," he introduced a young girl with orange hair, "Jewell Sparrow," Jewell was a man with blonde hair and a scar over his cheek, "Xavier Crane, and Amanda Winfield" "A please to meet you all" said the King, "Im sure you all know who we are" "Oh we do" said Lord Isiah drinking his wine, "So to what do i owe this visit?" "The Dornish need your aid" said Dorian

Humiliation clawed at my chest. I swallowed hard, forcing a tight smile. "Actually, I’m your new lecturer, Jorah." I stepped forward, extending my hand as if this was a normal, professional introduction. "Danielle Louis. You can call me Dany." He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. Instead, he gave me a slow, appraising glare—one so disgustingly condescending I felt like something he’d scrape off his designer shoes. Then he smirked. "Cute. Listen up, bitch."

"I know." "He's the crown prince of the oldest vampire bloodline on the planet." "I know." "He looked first." like, nora picked up her bag and started walking toward the vehicles. "I know. " she said She tucked it away with everything else. She would need better information before she knew what to do with it. What she did not know couldn't know, standing in that courtyard on her first day on an island she hadn't been able to find on any map was that Caspian Vael had looked at her the same way.

Or smirk, I don’t know. Her face flashed again and I am entirely sure now that that was a smirk. A freaking “my grandson is hot af, isn’t he?” kind of a smirk. Jane, the High Priestess and doggie’s grandmother, has cerulean eyes and silver hair styled in the likes of Emilia Clarke’s Daenerys Targaryen in the HBO show “Game of Thrones”. I haven’t yet watched the eighth season because I couldn’t find any television in this room. I hope the T.V. here has an annual HBO premium subscription so that I can also binge “Sex and the City”.

The Dragons The Elders: Neyalha – (Nay-ALL-a) Gheyaral – (GAY-arall) The Guardians: Nayara – (Nay-AHR-ah) Ghaeron – (GHER-on) The Inhabitants of Edon The King and Queen Emerik (EH-merik) and Adalyn (AD-alin) The Grenyaar – (GREN-yahr) (The Black Knights) Sira – (SUR-ah) – Title for female Knights

Earning her friends attention. Chisom was Kenzy's maternal cousin, they were literally very close. "Why?" Trisha asks. "Because of Daniel oh!" Kenzy responds. Daniel was currently there maid's son. Who literally came to visit his mum once in a while. Kenzy had made mention to her friends about Chisom's huge crush on Daniel. And the face Daniel was always looking for every opportunity to get her attention. Which Chisom had took note of, and had told Kenzy, she had an idea of the feeling she had for him and was trying to seduce and get him for herself. This had caused a big rift between both cousin.

"D-Dead? No. It can't be... Mr. Watson is... dead?" "Hayden is dead." "How—" "Take me to Arlyaen," she demanded. "I don't have any more time to waste." He stared at her, his ebony eyes wide with disbelief. "He's not someone you should meet on your own," he warned, his tone weighted with concern. "I can handle him on my own." She ended on a firm note. The daughter of the greatest white dragon in history. Were her skills competent enough to fight against the lord of the evils?

He barely smiled after that, making the woman nod. "If that's your wish," She commented and went to lie on the bed when Carldo suddenly asked. "Mother, do you think there's someone more rightful for the Iron Throne?" She stopped breathing for a heartbeat, narrowing her eyes on Carldo. "No one except Lord Draco. Why do you ask?" She hummed, watching Carldo fiddle with his fingers as thoughts ran through his mind. "Is this about the demon clan?" She sighed when Carldo didn't speak. "The demons have no