Novel Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

He seems to have a heart of stone. When he showed me their dungeon, I was completely captivated. Sheems, that's not what I mean. Dungeons served as both storage and prisons. My instinct was to rush inside and free the people, but how? I don’t feel empowered to rescue my mother and myself from this harsh society. They also have basements and bunkers, as well as man-made tunnels for utilities, passage between buildings, and transportation. He is very confident that I will keep this to myself. That’s his fatal mistake—believing I am his other half. Maybe when I get out of here, I’ll reveal everything they’re doing. But of course, that’s only in my mind; I’m not going to jeopardize my mother’s s

I'm standing in the woods near the house, I'm trying to scent him. There is two different trails. He's been close, watching us. I decide to follow the scent on the left. It's weaving all around. It's led me in circles. Thorne is extremely intelligent. This is a game for him. I go back to where I started. Close my eyes and search. Another scent trail appears before me as well as the previous one to my right. He's here. I follow the new trail. I'm running. Determined to find him. To kill him. I feel it in every part of me. This drive to see him fall.

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“But crowns forged in shadow break under light. And soon, yours will too.” Serenya’s hands trembled, though she hid them in her gown’s folds. Every word felt like a blade, every glance a test. Yet she lifted her chin once more, forcing her heart to still. The game of thrones had begun—and in shadows, the deadliest moves were made.

She walked ahead while I trailed behind her. . . . Natalie's P. O. V It was a mall, but it did have a lot of things that interested me, from the restaurant to the supermarket, to boutiques... Everything. But the one I especially took interest in was the gaming center. I spent a great deal of time there, trying out all the games. " No, no, no! Don't die! " Xander murmured. I smiled smugly. " How did you learn like this?" Xander's asked, turning to me.

When we walked into the summit’s hall again, Naomi no longer chased after us, but I could hear her tragic cries. Wendy glanced behind her and held my hand tighter. “I heard that Yvonne wants Lloyd to pay for all the damages, but he can’t, so he has been bothering Naomi. She’s now alone.” I stopped and hugged Wendy tightly as my eyes landed on the ruby ring on my finger. “I love you, and everyone else has nothing to do with me.” “I love you too.” I smiled. It was winter, but unlike the winter of last year, my heart was no longer cold.

Cleo gave a casual wave of her hand, and several guards instantly seized Tom and dragged him away. I soon realized the iron cage they threw him into was rigged to be heated from underneath. As the metal grew hot, the frantic rats inside would instinctively try to dig their way through Tom's body to escape the heat... Within moments, ear-piercing, blood-curdling screams echoed violently throughout the entire dungeon. Bob completely soiled himself on the spot, a foul stench instantly filling the cell. Before he knew it, the bodyguard closest to him brought a blade down with a swift flash. Bob's prized possession hit the floor.

She closed her eyes briefly. 'You are playing a game, and games have rules' she reminded herself. She would not let how dangerously good Dominic Rourke looked make her forget that. 'He is just a tool in this game.' She told herself as she left the mall.

“Open it.” Nico reached under the console and withdrew a velvet-lined box. The same one that was on the screen. He set it on the table and flicked the clasp. Inside, a single chess piece lay on its side: a knight, carved from onyx. Beside it was a folded slip of card. He slid the card to Nero. Nero opened it with a thumb, eyes flicking once across the line. “‘Check,’” he read aloud, the word drained of surprise, of anything but cold interest. “Cute,” he added, turning the card around to see if there was anything on the back.

Shane’s voice was steady, though his hands clenched tightly. “She looked out the window when the voice said not to. They don’t like it when you disobey.” “The what?” Shane didn’t answer her question right away. His eyes lingered on the girl with the rose blooming from her mouth, then slowly turned back to Farrah. “The ones who run this… whatever it is… they call it a game,” he said quietly. “But it’s not a game anyone wants to play.” Farrah’s hands clenched into a fist… “She’s dead, isn’t she?”