Pyke Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

I stood up as I picked the white piece of chess for all to see. “This is King Philip, these pawns, rook and knight are his soldiers, the bishops are his decoys and his queen is his throne.” I stood up and pointed at the black king. “And only this king is Westoros. Let me teach you something important, pride comes before a fall. You may not be aware but Philip is a very desperate man that can sacrifice all his pieces to protect his king and queen. If you think your winning then he is winning.” I said as I scattered all the white pawns.

I threw my hands up dramatically as the sarcasm dripped from every word. "You will become the Alpha of Darkness and you can be a better leader than James ever was. If you don't kill James, he will destroy Moon Shadow and everyone who lives there," Kyros stated confidently. I had to hand it to the man, he certainly knew how to guilt trip a girl into doing something. James had already made enough people suffer, including my brother, and his daughter did threaten the lives of both Blake and Jackson. He was going to start an unprovoked attack on Moon Shadow and that was a act of a coward.

I said. . . As soon as Wayne finished her pancakes she Jumped down the kitchen slab in a hurry. "Wayne slow down" I shouted getting worried but Wayne was already halfway to my room. "Amara come fast i can't wait to see my present" she shouted stopping on the way for a while. A laughed looking at her so excited to get her present. I placed the plates on the sink and left the kitchen. As I reached my door with over excited Wayne she was already getting impatient so I clicked the door open and Wayne went in like a hurricane. I followed her inside and looked at her. Wayne was looking all over my room with excitement in her eyes. She spoke up "Where is it Amara I can't find it". I smiled went nea

I watched them through the ajar door to see the kings sitting around the large table. The scent of roasted meat and spiced wine hung heavy in the air, a grotesque celebration of power. And I—dressed in red silk that clung to my skin and exposed my body to them once again. I just had to walk among them, smiling. Pretending. I'll be tossed to the last king then I would my revenge to everyone. And then came his name. Alejandro— The thought seized in my throat. I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t breathe it. Couldn’t even finish the syllable in my mind. It sat there, sharp and unspoken, stabbing me quietly from the inside.

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

Everyone except Aurelie and Jezzebelle said no or shook their heads in denial. Lazarus eyes narrowed when he noticed his daughter’s attention was elsewhere. His eyes followed hers and saw her gaze was fixated on a column that showed no one there. Clinching his jaw, his head jerked that way. “My Lord obviously you are in a gaming mode, so I am going to make a point to come out of hiding of where ever you are at.” With that, Lazarus willed a dagger to appear in his hand, he grabbed his daughter by the throat and pointed the tip of the dagger on her heart. Moving from the column, Zephyr’s blue eyes turned glacier blue indicating he was getting angry.

I'm in my study at home, surrounded by piles of papers and files, each one more damning than the last. My father's old desk is barely visible beneath the stacks of documents I've accumulated over the past few weeks. Papers with names, dates, and transactions—every sordid detail of my family's legacy laid bare. And it's all connected to the Conti brothers. How did we get here? I think as I take a swig from the glass of whiskey in my hand, letting the burn steady me.

I sat off to the side, listening to my father's threats, trying to pressure Zach into marrying me. As the person directly involved, I wasn't allowed to speak. Zach remained resolute. "I will not marry Leah." Despite knowing this was all part of the game, hearing those words still struck a chord, a sudden, unexpected pang in my chest. The man before me, cold and proud, stood with a dignity that remained unshaken, even in front of my father. If things had been different, maybe we truly wouldn't marry. At my father's signal, eight bodyguards, all trained fighters, swiftly surrounded Zach.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous