Novel & Cerita Sansa/margaery

It was so bad that we started avoiding our own home at a point. If I believed in diviners, I would have sent her to one. Ameera would tear the pillows, slash the pictures with a knife and generally destroy anything that came her way. This has happened since the day Arya died. Two months after Arya's death, it became obvious that Ameera wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We started locking her in the attic every Tuesday before she woke up. We would put her breakfast, lunch and even dinner in there and only bring her out on Wednesday morning. Sometimes it felt like there was a spell cast on her whenever she woke up on a Tuesday morning.

Marchioness Sylvestra cursed as she held onto the chair. Marchioness Vlyseka clicked her tongue. "It's similar to his majesty, maybe it's the princess." Duchess Loreant turned to the two. "What made such a girl release such a mana?" Vylseka and Sylvestra looked at each other and immediately knew the answer. "Anger." Margaret, who spoke very brazenly earlier, has now kept her mouth shut as she held her throat, coughing heavily while inhaling deeply, trying to get some air.

Marga froze when his long fingers brush against hers before he took a step back. She close her parted lips, held her chin high, and fearlessly look at him in the eyes, “Mr. Hermez,” she greeted back, bitterly saying his name as they exchange formal greetings. Seeing him in her sight alone made her head boil somehow. Marga smiles one last time towards the distant child then turns her back against them, flipping her hair as she stands beside her dear Amy. Enough of the heartaches, this day’s too perfect for her to shed tears. Ha! As if!

They pushed her to her limit by killing me. “Oh, no. That won’t happen. You know why, Pryce? It’s because the crystal she had on her necklace belongs to our family. Our youngest sister, Cashmere, AKA Margarette, gave it to her. We know the power that flows in it. And we can control it, as well as with the help of Magenta’s runes by her cage. She would be helpless.” Hera asserted, confident that they are leading the game, and I got confused when they mentioned Marge. Was she their sister? Hmm. That means they are Southern Witches.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

the mage said as her smirk never left her face. "she is Amanda, one of my prized possession" Throne said in a proud tone,Serena's gaze never left the woman as she observed her carefully, she hair was as blue as the ocean, she had grey eyes and she was about my sized but the aura around her was evil and menacing like she noticed before.

“You can still take care of the baby I’m carrying.’ She spoke. ‘I can’t do that anymore if my freedom is death,’ she uttered sadly. Leia shook her head even though Emily couldn’t see it. ‘I’m sure, Emily, you won’t be dead,’ Leia was sure about it. ‘The alpha won’t let that happen; I swear. He’ll take good care of his heir together with its mother.’ ‘I hope it will, but I won’t assume, either.’ She said, not minding the last words that Leia said. WHEN Emily headed to the kitchen, she was looking for a sour and green mango, but she couldn’t find one. “Do you have mangoes? That green and sour one?” Emily asked the other servants inside the kitchen. No one answers her question. She raised a bro

Amara's voice quivered with sincerity as she addressed me, "Lady Sansa, whenever you need someone to talk about, just talk to me, I am good with keeping secrets." I hesitated, my thoughts racing through my mind, before finally summoning the strength to express my fears and doubts. "I... I don't know where to begin," I acknowledged, my voice softening. "So much has happened, and I'm feeling completely overwhelmed." Amara's warm and reassuring palm rested on my arm, her eyes filled with compassion. "Take all the time you need, Sansa," she said, her voice calming. "I'm here for you, and I'm ready to listen."

Eren at the far end of the table, while Margaery was seated at the end opposite him. Her dark eyes fell on me, not leaving my face as I took a seat nearest to Eren. She had this dark and domineering aura around her. It was scary, she looked scary like a dark evil Queen. She had red auburn hair, just like her daughter and an aura that radiated power. 'Don't worry about that Allyssa. You just need to keep my head low and survive this dinner.’ I said to myself. “Eren, you didn't tell me you had a guest around.” Margaery said, taking a slow bite.