Robb Stark Novels & Stories

This intensified Xavier’s hatred towards him. Robb called him a stain and told him how unfit to sit on the throne he was, and it stuck. When he came out of prison, he became a different person to his brother. This event also caused a strain in his relationship with Queen Layla and the strain only lessened when she was on her deathbed. She apologised and told him she should have done more for him, stood up for him with his father, and did things differently. She apologised for Robb’s shortcomings and begged him to be a better ruler than him. Then she told him to control his anger or it would control him.

Am I afraid… fascinated… both? The stranger was slightly taller than Arga the fake O'Brien, and his face… I don't know what will I say. When I saw him, my mind suddenly focused on Kim Taehyung aka V BTS. However, at the same time, I know the man behind Arga is not V. One thing that makes the person different: there is a scar line on his cheek. “You're now grown become a big girl, huh?” said the stranger. His voice was heavy; really reminds me of V the C.G.V person.

“Besides, hasn’t Director Hart finished the meal? The quality of the meal isn’t solely dependent on the food itself because the person bringing it to him is important too.” “Did you say that she is the daughter of the Stark Family?” Ivy looked utterly upset at that point. She caught onto Leo’s explanation earlier and she squinted at him. “I recall that the Stark Family has two daughters. The older one is married to the Chase Family whereas the younger one is single. Is she the younger one?” “The older one,” he answered indifferently. “What?” Ivy’s voice subconsciously rose. The older daughter of the Stark Family is already married. If she’s with Director Hart right now, it means that…

Matteo Romano. He rose from the shadowed corner, towering, broad-shouldered, his black suit tailored with the precision of a king in exile. His face was carved in lines of command: sharp jaw, straight nose, lips that could give orders like death sentences. But it was his eyes that froze the blood in her veins. obsidian, fathomless and unreadable. Il Re di Ferro. The Blood King. Whispers rippled through the hall like wind through dry leaves. No one expected him here. No one dared to speak his name too loudly.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.