Jon Snow/rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 2 Arya’s POV The winter air made me shiver as I stumbled barefoot down the snow covered road, each step sending a fresh wave of cold through my body. I had nothing to keep myself warm…nothing but the thin lacy lingerie that clung shamelessly to my curves and offered zero warmth but I kept on walking because I didn't have any other choice.

A reporter asked, “Director Snow, your son, Rodney Snow, spent last night with Freya Lynch. Have you heard about it?” Jason said, “I have, but this is nothing. Freya is my son’s fiancee from the start.” “What? But didn’t Rodney propose to Sarah Neeson just a few days ago? Sarah is his real fiancee.”

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."

“Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.” My wings unfurl, lunar light flaring, but the construct’s gaze pierces me, and the forge shifts. I’m no longer in the citadel—I’m in a Conclave chamber, centuries ago, Elara’s lunar mark glowing, her voice pleading. “Don’t trust Taryn,” she says, her amber-silver eyes meeting Jorah’s. “His Veilbinder pact with Voren will doom us.” Jorah’s aura, primal and steady, falters as Taryn steps from the shadows, his blade striking Elara’s heart. She falls, silver blood pooling, and Jorah roars, claws slashing, but Taryn’s shadows overwhelm him. I scream, my claws slashing air, but it’s a vision, a memory, and the constr

I calculated correctly. But to be honest, I couldn't care less about the war. All I want is to kill every piece of Raya. Lyanna's the last piece I have to destroy. It's payback for what Jason did to me. I glanced at the book and muttered to myself, "I just need you to revive Jason and I'm guessing that the price of it is someone else's life- one that Raya saved before as well, a dragon whom she loves. The price Lyanna will have to pay to save JD is Arthur's life."

**REIKA/ZARA** A shrill horn pierced through the silence of the evening. Outside, the sky had begun to darken and a cool breeze blew through the open windows. Arya placed silver jewelry around my neck before running a brush through my thick red hair once again. The image in the mirror nearly sent me flying. The body I was in was magnificent, with the dress hugging her generous curves, full red lips and thick lashes framed large doe eyes. It was evident why the Alpha kept her as his mistress over his fiancé.

“They are rabid fools. You fight back, Azel. Take everything from them.” “Watch the mirrors closely tonight, Jonah,” I whisper, leaning in until my lips almost brush his fur collar. “When Nyra seeks comfort from Darius’s bed, make sure the crystal records every single touch.” As I walk back toward the courtyard, Ronan intercepts me, his massive frame blocking the light. His dark wolf eyes track the movement of my throat, his heavy, thick scent completely enveloping me until my knees feel weak.

she stammers, but I interrupt her, saying, "Please, just call me Ajay." Covering her face, she shouts, "I don't care about your name! I need that potion! He's trying to relocate!" "Jon has a wife, Rhonda. Spells are temporary, as you see. Is he worth going bankrupt for a temporary fix? Let him go. You're beautiful, with charisma, and sexy as hell. You deserve better. Let me pray for you."

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

"Tsk, tsk, if you ask me, dancing with Mr. Hoffman is your greatest stroke of luck. A few glares from these small fries? No big deal." Arya thought Noelle was making too much of a fuss. What could anyone do to her? "But speaking of which, Janet looked like she wanted to eat you alive. She always acts so high and mighty, like she's about to devour someone. She's the same way with Winter… "Wait a minute, her name's Winter Shaw, and you're Noelle Shaw. You both have the same last name! It's not exactly common. Are you guys related?" Noelle sighed, feeling a bit helpless. "You finally noticed?"