Robb Stark Novels & Stories

I can’t tell what he’s thinking. “Would you rather I have fucked you?” Mr Stark asked, leaning forward, taunting Kevin. “I’m sorry to break it to you, I don’t fuck whiny bitches,” “Okay that’s enough!” Old Mr Roman’s voice boomed louder, silencing everyone. “Kevin take a walk,” Kevin didn’t pay attention to his father, staring Mr Stark down. “Kevin,” a blink and Kevin was pushing out the doors. “Right, shall we conti-“

" He wants you to meet your ....... ummmm fiancee." Boom! He could feel the tension around the man even through the phone. This was one of the most terrifying things about the man. His unmistakable aura of power and dominance. He was like a king untainted by mankind. Untouchable like the sun. "What's her name." Eric said through gritted teeth. The assistance was sweating buckets. He thanked his lucky stars that this conversation was happening on phone otherwise he would have surely had an heart attack from this. "Her nnname is Sabrina Harris."

The peculiar look that the stewardess sent his way while posing the question hit him like a ramping lightning, violently reminding him who he was. Edmund Stark. The great Edmund Stark. His name gave chills on the spine to those who heard it and brought instant terror to those who crossed his path. ‘What the fuck am I doing here, avoiding that frail girl who cried and cried all day long since I’ve met her, as if crying is her most valued activity? I’m going back in!’

He grumbled bitterly as a hush fell around the room. “That leads us to my Great- Great Grandfather- Lord George Hobbs of The Kings Knights.” Myra flipped the page dramatically. “It is with a heavy heart I have taken up the mantle to serve the King in this time of crisis. A new threat has befallen our people, one that has come from an unexpected source; humans. I, George Hobbs, am taking over for my father since his tragic end at the hands of humans while in service to the crown.” “It turns out a band of these lower beings has discovered our secret and set out to wipe us from existence. They have figured out our weaknesses and hunt as cunning as we do, using our sense of scent and sight again

Had our families not arranged the matches years ago, every eligible girl in the neighborhood would have shoved and jostled to marry into the Stark household. But as I held Rachel, both of us felt only the stunned relief of being reborn. To everyone else, the Stark family was a prize, but to us it was a pit of fire, a place we must not jump into again. This time around, Ned and Robbie Stark could marry whomever they liked, as long as it wasn't us! The Stark brothers had not expected our on-the-spot renunciation. Their faces went a leaden gray with anger. Robbie stood there in his white shirt, fragile-looking and bookish, his arched brows knotting tight.

"Cian is a sociopath, Marigold. He doesn't want a Lord Chancellor. He wants a dog. And while I am many things—arrogant, greedy, vain—I am no man's dog." He looked at me, his monocle glinting in the firelight. "Besides," he said softly. "I saw your mother in you today. When you stood up to him. Marina... she had that same fire. She burned bright." "Did she?" I asked, tracing the gold key with a numb finger. "She terrified me," Stark admitted. "Just like you do." We sat in silence for a long time. The only sound was the wind howling outside and the crackle of the fire.

Time passed, though she could no longer measure it. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor, unable to speak. Only then did Jack stop, leaning over her with a threat. “Alanna, I’m warning you one last time. Lewis is dead. If you want to live, obey me. “Cross me again, and you’ll be very sorry that you did!” … Disgusted by the blood on his hands, Jack locked the door and went to the bathroom to clean himself. Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I jerked shaking it off. Dad was standing beside me looking at me with anger. "Huh?" I spoke in confusion as I looked at the priest and then my fiancé who looked furious. Why?….. "Do you Sapphire Ronaldo take James Russo as your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest repeated for second time. I stilled on my place. The breath knocked out of my chest. I thought I escaped him….but it was all an illusion….

Suddenly her brother's body turned green and went up in flames. "No," she cried in a voice mixed with sadness and relief."What's happening?" "Who is she" Vador asked staring at the little damsel.She was beautiful,he thought,her eyes were green and her hair red . She was dressed in a short red gown that made her look like a real damsel. "She must be the daughter of Francis,the council's secretary," Aleister replied. "And who are you," Ava spat. "Let's just say your worst nightmare. I'm the dark lord"

He undresses himself too, and sits in bed next to Meredith, spooning her body. Is nothing erotic. It’s just care and love. Starks persuades him to act like this. His presence will help Meredith's wolf to heal her body and her soul. "Her wolf is strong," Stark said. "I feel it!" “She must be. She killed Francisco Castellano. And that man was a fucking alpha blood and a strong one, not an average one.” and kissing her neck, he tells Stark:: “I need to sleep, Stark” and he closed his eyes “The last two days were a nightmare. "I need to heal myself too."