King Jon Targaryen Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

But the Taryn they knew would be partying and tearing the roof down and not sulking in the corner with a barely touched drink. “Don't tell me, the bird you wanted to woo in Harklaw broke you?” Jorah says, and Tarrin's head had whipped so fast to the healer in surprise. “How did you?—” “I mean, no one is that enthusiastic to go on a mission. Especially you,” Jorah shrugs while Enzo lets out a subtle smirk, as pride shines from his mate's direct call-out. “Well, you’re wrong; it's not a volery.” It's the fucking queen, but he didn't dare say that out loud as he leaned over the couch and doused the rest of his drink that burned down his throat.

There was a moment of silence as we all watched Tyrion take a substantial amount of gulps before giving a response. “Well…it's a lucky day because I brought you a souvenir,” Tyrion, belched, and dropped his drink. He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table towards me. “Beta Damon’s wife, Lisa, and his three-year-old son, Jayden.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait what?” A sly smile gradually drew at the corner of my lip. “Could you please draw me a clearer picture?” I asked, leaning back into my seat.

"How do I explain this to you my Alpha King, you are not Arya's true mate, that was something my magic did, I used my dark magic the magic of darkness to create a union between you so I could complete my destiny." "Arya's true mate is Beta Jackson, as much as I wanted to push us away their bond was stronger, but that will end now, Arya is deep in my mind and will never return, you have lost and now all will be mine and darkness will reign, nothing and no one will be able to stand against me."

He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and motioned for my wrist. I stretched my wrist toward him, and he tied the handkerchief around it, covering the branding. His movements were practiced, almost calm, as if this were just another mundane task. “You’re not going to say anything?” I asked him, unable to conceal my curiosity. He glanced up at me, still focused on what he was doing. “About what?” “Your friend went to his nephew’s wedding in another kingdom and brought back a woman who has the brand of a whore as his wife and queen. You don’t see anything wrong with that?”

“You could’ve gone through with it. You had the blade in your hand. But you passed out before it touched deep enough. Maybe part of you isn’t ready to leave him.” “I don’t know how to fight for him anymore,” I whispered. “He’s the reason I ever fought for anything.” Tyrion sipped his tea again, calm as ever. Then he asked, “Do you remember when you almost gave him up?” My breath caught. He nodded. I swallowed hard. “I was scared. He was Aurelius’s son. I didn’t want to carry his blood inside me.” “And yet you did. And look at what he became,” He said, gently.

' This earned him quite the glances as many wondered why he was behaving like this. Lavana, who had abruptly awakened, gotten comfort from her mate and was about to doze off again on the comforting chest of her mate, was moved to attempt standing but her mate stopped her. She looked at him in disbelief, pointing at Tyrion. Hearing the word 'Father' had made her open her eyes wide. "That... That's your son?" "Yeah," he replied smugly. "Told you you won't be able to hug him." She sighed in defeat as she dropped her hand. "You win."

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. Her breath was closely linked to the speed, and she was already riding to paradise. They moaned for joy as Prince Kohl Joystick produced amazing moments while she

The beauty of the scene below, paired with the weight of our conversation, created a sense of unity between us. "I understand your concerns, Daliah," Liam murmured, his voice a soothing presence against the quiet night. "But whatever path our son chooses, I believe he will do so with the same love and dedication we have for this kingdom." A gentle breeze swept through, rustling my hair and carrying with it the essence of the kingdom we both held dear. The future seemed both uncertain and promising, a canvas waiting to be painted by the choices our family would make. "Perhaps being a fire wolf won't define him entirely," Liam continued, his lips grazing my temple. "He'll bring his own unique

"I want to be with you. You know that." "If that were true, it would be me in Grace's place." "Victor, you cannot give me an heir. What I need to solidify my place as King of the Lycans is to have a child. Can your magic make that possible?" Victor seemed offended. "Surrogacy exists, Hugo. Your father is also sending the rhetoric that Grace is your fated mate. He knows I am. Why is that? If you are going to dispose of me? Just do it."

I saw the restraint in him, the way he held himself back from touching me, from pulling me closer. Would I fall for him if he reached out? Last night, I was sure I’d been screaming his name—not Damien’s. Maybe if the bond was gone, I could finally be free. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the words. But just before he spoke, I stopped him. “No one can know about this.” He nodded once, finally meeting my gaze again. The sadness in his eyes was unmistakable, heavy, unspoken. “I, Joel,” he said firmly, “next Alpha King of Theandor, son of Arial… reject you, Scarlet Underwood, as my mate.”