Sansa/jon Novels & Stories

Reaching a crossroad, he mentally tried to remember which is the correct path as he tries to see along the many corridors of the catacombs. ‘Which one?’ He asked himself which one is the right path? It’s dark and damp, only the torches that hang on the walls lights their way. Finally, he remembered, ushered Dan on one corridor “This way!” “I don’t believe that she and Gus will fall to him, however, we must prioritize the safety of the book first, that is our duty. Then we can get back and worry about the others.” Jonathans talks to Dan trying to assure the lad and maybe somehow give him courage. Jon knows that he needs to do their duty. He can worry about their other comrades later. Why is t

They have to make their beds and lay with it Susan pondered. Joana was a person she was familiar of. They were two different persons but Joana was not a person she thought she was angry to. Joana was familiar because she was the person she wanted to be. But couldn't b "But we are accountable to their future. Yo the gods

I know they are observing me like I'm their prey which makes my heart strikes faster. As if Eren understands my fright, his hand slides down my arm and takes my hand in his. I then feel how sweaty is his hand. He is scared too, but he is still trying to comfort and protect me. I need to be courageous too. I can't make him feel more down. "E-Ethan." Eren finally pronounces, meeting the eyes of the taller man with curly dirty dark hair. His eyes then move to the other bald one. "Evan." "And Elias." He says lastly to the man with a lizard haircut.

"Dressed like this for me. Begging for it. She was. And she hated it. Her knees felt weak. Then his hand slid to the back of her neck, warm and firm, and he tilting her head towards his belt. His other hand moved toward his zipper, slow, taunting. “On your knees,” he ordered. For one terrifying second, she almost did it. Her body wanted to obey. The mate bond was a chain, and he was pulling it tight. And then reality slammed back into her. This was Jon. Sullivan’s son. The enemy. The man whose side was killing her friends, whose father wanted Noah and Emma dead.

I close my eyes for a moment as Jonas trails after Fire moon, listening to his raspy voice as he says, “You should call me Jonas. That is my actual name you know.” I wait for a minute or two before following, needing a moment of solitude to sort out my thoughts. Or at least to try. Nothing seems clear where he is concerned. I had felt such a rush of relief when I had found out that he is not part of the plan to kill us, if he happens to be truthful my little Alpha. Jonas. His name is Jonas. Jonas Whitepaw. And I am not lusting after someone who wants to kill me. ‘Really ? Are you sure ?’ Cerberus chuckles.

If looks could kill I'm sure they both would have been six feet deep by then. "Dana what do you think about this cloth, it's so cute right?" Ella asked, showing me a red onesie with 'I love Santa Claus' Written on the front. "It's nice, get it for Jordan," I droned. "You're no fun," she replied and strode off to catch up with Rita. "Wait!" I suddenly spoke in the middle of their bickering. They turned to stare at me. "What is today's date?" "Nineteenth December. Why?"

Alyssa, however, was trying not to laugh at either one of them. “So this the man who put my daughter through hell, huh?” Alyssa’s dad touched his shoulders, squeezing a little. “You dared show your face around here?” Jason conjured up his bravery to speak. “Yes. I know I am late introducing myself, but I am Jason Sanders. And I love your daughter. So, yes, I do dare to face your scrutiny whatever that may be.” Jason said as bravely as possible. Her father never stopped glaring at him. “Mr. Sampson, sir,” Jason added.

Jon asked and laughed again. This time he took a side step to look at Morana, "Good luck having him as a guard, Luna” Jon laughed, “I came here to warn you never to bring up what happened in that shaft with our dear alpha. I never expected to find this clown here.” Cameron growled angrily at the insult “This stupid bastard couldn't even dispose of your body correctly. He just threw a bag over your bloody body and threw your ass in the river." Jon said and then turned towards Cameron.

The sea was calmer than when he arrived, and he was happy to see the turquoise waters as they gradually faded into cerulean and then disappeared into the line of the horizon. Jon went back to his room and concentrated on creating the documents he would need that night during his meeting with Dante. He realized that there were still several properties that Dante would want to look at. If Dante wanted to hear about all of them, it might take them a long time. When Jon had finished arranging his files, he realized that it was near noon and he again heard the soft footsteps of the manservant, Pablo, outside his door followed by three consecutive knocks.

When Snow approaches the black wolf, he lies beside him and turns his muzzle to look at him. The black wolf is excited by the proximity and wags his tail. "What's your name?" - Snow asks, by mind-link. “My name's Sonny, and I'm the best part of Klaus” – he replies. “Hey” – the offended Klaus says.- “You're half of me, so don't say those things” Snow laughs. “My name is Snow” – Angel's wolf answers.