Jon Snow X Rhaenyra Targaryen Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

{Ryanna’s POV} I didn’t think I’d cry again. Not after everything. Not after surviving Osiris. Not after losing Tyrion. Not after nearly tearing myself in two thinking my son would never wake up. I thought the tears had dried out somewhere between grief and obligation. But the moment I saw him… The moment Casper landed beside me, silver dust curled from his fur like the gods had sculpted him out of starlight just for this moment. I felt my knees almost give.

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.

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

Of course, she loves him too. Even though we fúcked every day, her heart still belongs to him. And I will not accept that. I have already claimed her as mine. I refuse to share her love with another man. --- **Snow's POV** Sitting on a large rock, I stared out at the sea, hoping its calm waves would ease the storm inside me. But no matter how hard I tried to hold it in, the pain was too much. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks, my body trembling as I struggled to breathe.

Sonya whispered to him, blood began to seep out of mouth as she tried to talk to him. “No, it's ok. Don't shh.” Jonah said , grabbing a hold of her hand and squeezing it. “I love you Jonah.” Sonya coughed as her breathing began to swell. “I love you too mom.” He whispered, the word causing his eyes to get glossy. She smiled at him as she let out one long breath and was gone. Jonah was shaking with anger as he stared up at Kenton and Rowling. “Well that was one of the saddest things I've seen today. Well getting on with it. Jack here? Where's the girl?” Rowling said, looking around.

I calm myself down and try again, “I know how you’re feeling sir. Let me-’’ “You don't know how I feel! You know nothing!” he shouts impatiently. My eardrums hurt. “I am not Jon Snow,” I whisper sarcastically. “What?” “I said it’ll snow soon. So let me take care of it for you and then you can finally buy that shovel,” I say instead with a soothing voice.

The man to whom I gave 19 years of my life to just to be rewarded with rats and smelly water soaking up my mother’s wedding dress. Alpha Dominic Hale. My eyes falter as the light catches those intense eyes, the way his facial bone structure all comes together when he's angry. Making him twice as handsome and ten times as terrifying. I take a step back from the bars. “You’re here?” “I take it, you weren’t expecting me at all.” I blink. “Well, after how you acted this morning I assumed you’d never want to see me again-” “I didn’t.” Silence passes over both of us.

The night tasted like ash and fury. Veyra stood barefoot at the edge of the cliff, the wind thrashing her cloak against her legs as if the skies themselves mourned. Below her, the forest bowed in silence, shadows swallowing the trees whole. Jon was alive—but barely. His wounds, carved by Nyros' wrath, had turned her blood to ice. She had never heard him scream like that. Not even during the war with the Obsidian Fang. She could still see his face as he was carried back to Nightveil—bruised, bloodied, breath shallow. She had touched his broken chest, her hands trembling, and whispered his name over and over until her voice gave out. That had been the last crack in her restraint.

She was no longer the proud Sera who wanted nothing more than to rule the south and be the alpha. "Mommy!" Sera gasped upon hearing that voice. Raenerys looked around until she found Nevil's eyes, who'd been looking at her for, she didn't know, how long already. Raenerys is aware of that, and she is also aware that Sera notices it; she just puts up with it and pretends she doesn't see anything. Raenerys was actually enjoying it while acting like she didn't know. She enjoyed teasing her sister, knowing that Sera was hurting.