Jon Snow And Daenerys Novels & Stories

The atmosphere was beginning to thicken, which Arya knew full well, it had been months since I’d moved into this house, and one thing that I was certain of since the move was that Adrian hated his father. “I’ll take Queen Dylan to get cleaned up, and I assure you, your grace I will help her choose a beautiful gown for your announcement.” Arya spoke respectfully, trying to ease the growing tension between alpha and son. This was often the case. Being mated to Arya meant that I got an inside look into the lives of our district leaders, both current and future. Both Aryas father and the king were just as unhinged as each other. King Josh performed a simple nod of his head, as Arya stood and ges

"She never hurt no one, not even Theon. She just told stories. Theon wouldn't hurt someone like that. Would he?" "Some people hurt others just because they can," said Jojen. "And it wasn't Theon who did the killing at Winterfell," said Meera. "Too many of the dead were ironmen." She shifted her frog spear to her other hand. "Remember Old Nan's stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you."

The room noticed. She saw it happen the same way the room had noticed at the bloodline dinner months ago, the same recalibration spreading through the clusters without announcement. The Harlow elder glanced over. Isolde looked up from her conversation with Sera. Even Priya, across the room, turned her head. This time Nora didn't look away. She crossed the six feet. She stopped in front of him and they looked at each other in the middle of a room full of people who were very carefully pretending to be in their own conversations and very specifically not pretending at all.

His voice was tense and had an edge to it as if he was clenching his jaw tightly when he answered. As soon as I hear it, my heart flutters in response. I’ve never felt this relieved to hearing his voice before until now. It brought a sense of security to wash over me instantly. “Alex, this is Daniel. I’m the right hand of Lord Z. I have someone here in the name of Jennifer Snow. I was told she’s your wife and well, let me just tell you what a hotness this girl is. Mmmhmm I mean her red wild her is like an igniting fire, don’t get me started on the body because that will take forever to properly do her any justice, and not to forget those green eyes that are to die for, so the question is are

Snow joked, patting Isleen. “My other friends Emma and Hannah couldn’t join us today since they are busy with work. Let’s just go now.” Snow said and went to me to link her arms. “You must be hungry from your trip. I had prepared dinner for you.” I grabbed Theon to my other hand and we walked to the shore. “Don’t look at them,” Theon said jealously. “I am not. You know I only have eyes for you. And they are all with their wives.” I assured him. And he nodded.

Aiden had refused to dress up as a cowboy from the beginning, and I showed him the middle finger when he showed me the wig of the queen of dragons (I still don’t understand that part) “Why are you going to dress yourself as a homeless?” Aiden had asked confused when Louis had pulled out his costume. “Homeless?!” Louis exclaimed in horror. "I'm Jon Snow, boy. Don't insult me ​​with your ignorance.” And then he had drawn a sword from his back, leaving us all in shock when he began to fight someone imaginary. "You're insane,” I had said, holding back a laugh at the mortification on Aiden's face. "Auntie, I don't want to wear that,” Aiden murmured to me when Louis was still entertained fighting

At that moment it started to snow, Rose’s favorite season. It was the first snow. Her favorite day of the year. Rosalie had always loved the snow, but her love for the season grew because the snow had led her to meet Hakeem. They would’ve been in their little cottage, celebrating their first baby together. The snow would’ve been the icing on the cake as they enjoyed each other's company. When Hakeem finally looked at her with trembling lips, unable to speak, her heart broke all over again. But, she knew she’d take the bullet all over again.

Atlas’ POV “And who is this?” Elijah asked motioning to Sno. His words were kind, not intrusive. He seemed only to be genuinely curious. Perfect time for introductions. “This is Sno Errendale, my future luna.” I smiled at Elijah innocently, turning to Onyx to gage her expression. Her frown deepened as she stared daggers at Sno then her eyes darted to me. I wasn’t surprised. Women were always jealous. But what was she so worked up about? She was the one who rejected me, right? Or at least that’s what she fucking thought anyway. That’s what she meant to do. I smirked, tilting my head up looking down to her tauntingly in her seated position across the table, but inside I wanted to reach out and

It was late evening; the sun had gone down in Mereen when Daario entered Daenerys' quarters through the window, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he carefully had climbed up with to the top of the pyramid. Daario walked to Daenerys' bed and saw her sitting on the bedside in front of him. "What did I say about climbing?" She said with a small grin. "And the flowers you didn't need to bring them, but now that you already have them, I'll make a nice gift to my dragons."

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.