Jon X Margaery Novels & Stories

In fact, I didn’t want to know what his shit-eating grin could mean. “Well, Gabe gave him Xenia as a gift since she’s part of the guild who killed Myrcella, the little girl who used to call him big brother,” he says, and the grin drops from his face. “And since he couldn’t kill you himself, Gabe gave him the second best option.” “What does that…I don’t understand-”

Several veins of magma appeared around the two fire mages. Xander closed his eyes and braced himself from being burned, but he was surprised when his feet sunk into a muddy quagmire instead. When he opened his eyes, he found Johan grinning at him, his arm free of the strong mage’s hold. “You see? Shouting one attack and doing something else is much more useful!” said Johan. “Now, let’s go watch Dorin, their fight isn’t over yet!”

Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons." Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream?"

The heads if the neighbouring islands nodded in agreement Joana couldn't contain her happiness. Her role in the new age in Highlands was of paramount importance and that means the Madrigal man had accepted her as one of his own by that though her blood had not even a drop of the ancient race. Her relations to them was just through her marriage to Jonathan

Avery chuckled lightly, “It’s a boy, Margaret. I know it.” The house bustled in joyful laughter and chattering. The mansion was filled with warmth and happiness as they kept conversing with each other. “One more thing!” Noah exclaimed, interrupting the happy moment. “We need to end Mr Jonah Jonah for good.” “What do you mean?” Gary asked. “You know, people like this won’t stop coming until you put them in their place permanently.” The jolly house fell silent immediately, they knew that he was right. Margaret glanced at Alex and noticed his brooding expression. He looked pensively lost in thoughts, unexpectedly that was the sexiest face she’d ever seen.

Before the blow could fall, the heavy bronze doors of the council chamber were violently thrown open from the outside. I spun around, expecting the rest of Sharon’s vanguard, my hands already gathering the golden light for another strike. But it wasn't the Western Crags mercenaries who entered. Standing in the doorway was a massive, gray-furred wolf, its shoulders broader than any rogue I had ever seen, its face covered in a lattice of fresh, bleeding claw marks. Silas Vane’s second-in-command is a brutal beta rogue named Jax. And in his jaws, he was dragging the limp, unconscious body of Marta.

“And who is to be charmed?” “Maria Maleventum. She is to fall in love with a person named Jon St. Fond.” Sweat dripped from Jon’s forehead. Passions stirred and the red haze of desire rode over his brain. Could this really work? The girl he wanted so much, the focus of his primal lust, would soon be his. And so easily? He became so excited he made himself sick. “Jon St. Fond,” said the entity. Sneering curiosity. A treasure uncovered. Jon’s blood froze. His name was now known. “Is that you?”

"I heard there’s a young woman from the York family here? What’s there to discuss with those good-for-nothings? Why haven’t you thrown them out?" Xerxes looked embarrassed, but Jennifer stepped forward, bowing respectfully. "Hello, Madam Margaret. I’m Jennifer York. Based on our family tree, you're my great-grandmother. I know you still hold a grudge over the York family’s internal conflict from years ago, but I promise you, I'm not like them." However, her sincere words didn’t sway the old lady. Margaret scoffed, her eyes full of disdain. "Not like them? You carry the same blood as those traitors! They’re the big traitors, and you’re a little traitor. What’s the difference?"

Etiquettes, series of political studies, histories, and other activities a noble must learn. "Mama..." Rita's small voice made Morrigan halt in her tracks. Her eyes widened at Rita. Rita's small hands reached towards Morrigan's cheeks. "Rita?" Confusion etched in Morrigan's eyes, trying to comprehend what Rita wanted to say. Rita's small hands remained on her face then started to pinch her cheeks lightly. "Mama..." Something within Morrigan swirled. A swirl of joy and confusion. The raw emotion of someone calling her a mother makes her heart swell. She never knew that she wanted it for too long, maybe thought that with the loss of Jabez it might be a long way for her to be a mother. "You wan

We weren’t friends, but we weren’t enemies either. Margaret was wearing a chartreuse gown embroidered with lily pads. The Beta’s wife’s name is Lily. Margaret has striking features. Her skin is the color of a summer elk. Her hair falling around her face in large chestnut brown ringlets. She has almond shaped chocolate brown eyes. “All these girls talking like they never heard the Epic of Cordelia.” Margaret quietly and snarkily said. “Right? A slave mating to the Kingdom of the Moon is a death sentence.” I responded dryly.