Jon Snow And Daenerys Targaryen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

And even now, as Snow sits beside me fawning about how Jordan gets her. I drag my eyes across the wall clock. 7PM. I've got an hour to decide to either get this dick or starve. “He doesn't cheat. I can swear on that. He's got a temper but no man's perfect baby,” I stopped listening. My brain works overtime, picturing that tattooed arm, strong chest, his lips and…. “Jenaya…?” Snow's voice puts a halt to my wild thoughts. I snap my eyes to me. “what is it?” Snow asked.

, 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.

His thumb caressed her clit as he fucked her, and it was not long before she felt a blissful wave of climax come over her letting out a delightful scream of ecstasy. Daenerys moved around for his penis began slowly licking his glans. She continued by making her lips around it and licking it in her mouth with her tongue making circles around it. Daario could wait no longer; he must have her. He pushed her down onto the bed and thrust himself into her, wanting wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper and deeper until neither one of them could restrain themselves. She squirted on the bed like dragonfire as he came hard inside of her. Both were breathing hard as valyrian

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

The kids dragged us upstairs immediately, tugging hands, chattering over each other, showing off every treasure they’d collected while they waited. Daenerys pulled me into her room first as she pointed proudly at a drawing taped above her bed: a stick-figure family under a big yellow sun, four figures plus a tiny blob that was clearly the new baby. “That’s us,” she said. “When you come back.” I swallowed hard as I crouched so we were eye-level. “We’re back now. For good.” She threw her arms around my neck again. “Promise?” “Promise.” Daemon tugged Sharon into his room next. Showed her a shoebox full of rocks he’d polished with spit and a sock. Then he held up a crayon drawing of a dragon wit

No. Agony detonated in my chest and a sound I didn’t recognize ripped from my throat. Liga thrashed wildly in my psyche, howling his protest so loudly my skull ached. It had taken everything to convince him to help manipulate snow into falling in love with us. I knew Liga would never forgive me if his mate died. My eyes moved to my mate. Snow was as still as death on the bed, her skin so pale it almost blended with the sheets. She looked like a doll, like some delicate, breakable thing that had never belonged in my brutal world. And now, she was slipping through my fingers.

“Then I will end you here so you won't bother him again. I can't stand seeing you around him.” “I have no man that I can stay around. I'm all alone….so please let me go." I pleaded. I was supposed to be in school, but here I am, answering a query I didn't know. “Or, if you could tell who your man is, then I would know what to say.” She grinned. “Wow! She finally accepted to know him.” she squatted again. “Tyrion!!!” My eyes narrowed on hearing that name. I didn't know why, but I felt a pang of jealousy aroused in me. Tyrion is her boyfriend and she abducted me.

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

"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