Jon Snow And Daenerys Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Prince Kohl grinned broadly as she opened the door, expressing excitement and love. Why don't you watch the games? I just want to watch you." They chuckled. "You know, it's disrespectful to the queen of the iron throne that you are here and I can't be there," he added. He gave her a hug, and they had a passionate kiss. They shared another kiss, but this time the atmosphere was strong, with two lovers' sexual thoughts and desires filling the room. They desired more. When Naomi pulled him over, their bodies were overcome with goosebumps after a burst of light passed through their heads. The kisses they exchanged travelled from the east to the west, then to the south and back to the north.

“I cannot still bring myself to accept the fact that Snow Darcy slapped me twice and not just that, she kicked my balls when I attacked her. I will so deal with her.” I cursed as punched the table hard. “She will surely pay for this. She will.” I snarled as I sat down on the chair. I relapsed as I looked at the ceiling and I brought out a cigarette from the pack. I lighted it up as I exhaled sharply. “So, what else do you both have?” I asked as I looked at them. “Keep up with making Jace despise Snow. If he despises her, when we have our men kidnap her, he won't even give a single f*ck about her whereabouts.”

The cat had odd-eyed eyes, one blue and the other yellow. “Good afternoon, lycan king and his apprentice!” “So you are the king of the cats here?” “Yes, my name is Snowy. I am a female cat, but I am their leader. You must be the red moon girl.” “My name is Jonea Rawling, you can call me Jonea.” “Okay, Jonia. I was just wondering what kind of person this stupid lycan would want to marry.” “Shut up, you ugly cat!” Daran said in annoyance.

I got to the throne room, and I sighed, looking at Asher. “We have been waiting for you,” he said, walking towards me. “Sorry, I ran into a minor mishap,” I said. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking over my body. I chuckled. “I am fine,” I said. “Okay, let’s go,‘’ he said, calling Snow. Well, Snow is Sky’s daughter, I know. Very ironic. That damn hellhound has been getting freaky, and we all had no idea it was Zira who found out and told us. Now we have plenty of hellhounds, as Sky and his wife, as we call her, won’t stop having more puppies. But it is not a bad thing; they are all cute. Archie and Dean got one hellhound, and the rest are here, but Snow is my favourite, and I named her persona

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

Two days and then I'd be stuck in a house with Adrian Ashford for an entire Christmas season. More like forced to pretend we could work together when we couldn't even stand in the same room without wanting to kill each other. This was going to be an absolute disaster.

Raine could only imagine the lies she was about to spew, but what came out of her mouth was one she never expected. “Tyrion thinks he is in love with me. He thinks I’m his true mate. I tried to tell him that it wasn’t so. I would have felt it if he was my true mate, but there’s just nothing there between us.” Her voice broke, and she began to cry. Shania ran to her daughter’s side and lovingly stroked her hair, trying to calm her down. She whispered sweet nothings to her and cooed over her. Raine resisted the urge to roll her eyes at them.

I pictured him gently leaning in and undoing the buttons of my shirt, slowly revealing my bare hills after carefully removing my jeans and panties… I flushed. 'You do realize that Damon is not here, right?' Snow interjected, trying to make me aware of the reality. However, her words seemed to go unnoticed as my imagination got the best of me... Whether he was physically present or not became inconsequential, as my mind effortlessly conjured a vivid portrayal of him, and that was enough to satisfy me. 'Shush snow, one of our mates is about to tame us.' I said and she sneered. Back to Damon, what was he doing again??? Oh yes…

"Don't talk. Just hold on. The snow's about to stop." However, Janet seemed to see nothing. Confused, she whispered in my ear. "Don't tell him I'm still dumb and a failure. I've been everywhere, but I still can't forget him." Tears and blood streaked Janet's face. "If you get better, I won't tell him how much of a failure you are!" She hugged my neck, her voice barely a whisper. "He made those clay dolls for me—one for him and one for me. We'd never be apart."

Khaleesi's pov; "Please! Khaleesi please! You can't do this to me. We've known each other for years and have shared the same thing! Please don't kill me. Spare me!" Dan's cowardly cry and plea to be spared was like the sound of a bug in my ears, pestering me and asking to be let go. One sniff and all I could smell was blood. The blood of his fallen warriors and not even one of my mine or neither Aodhàn's around us.