Sansa/margaery Novels & Stories

He turned away to leave, causing me to softly call for his attention but he ignored me. Who was he? How sure was their Alpha that I was willing to stay in his manor? I raced after the man, breathing hard as soon as I caught up with him. We walked down the hall as some of the men and women who worked there gaped at me and whispered amongst themselves. “She's the one,” “That's the homeless girl our Alpha rescued.” “What's she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be on her way?” “Look at that face, it looks like she's here to stay… who wouldn't? This is basically a mining den in her eyes,”

“But I could be.” That possibility hung over her like a thick cloud, suffocating yet intoxicating. As twilight encroached, the Book responded to the setting sun, its pages turning as if compelled by an unseen force. Autumn sank into the plush reading chair, her breath hitching in her throat as an inked memory unfolded before her eyes. Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled.**

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

He gritted, his voice cutting through the thick air. "Queen Margery. You know she is kind and carrying, she takes care of the poor and she is accommodating homeless people like…like me! Yes, like me!” Shannon said hastily and quickly got out of the car, and then she ran across the street, almost being hit by a car. It was as if the alcohol in her system had been flushed out and suddenly, comparing MJ to a character from Game of Thrones felt like the best thing she had ever done.

We weren’t friends, but we weren’t enemies either. Margaret was wearing a chartreuse gown embroidered with lily pads. The Beta’s wife’s name is Lily. Margaret has striking features. Her skin is the color of a summer elk. Her hair falling around her face in large chestnut brown ringlets. She has almond shaped chocolate brown eyes. “All these girls talking like they never heard the Epic of Cordelia.” Margaret quietly and snarkily said. “Right? A slave mating to the Kingdom of the Moon is a death sentence.” I responded dryly.

“And we didn’t even see it. The signs were right there. Her eyes. Her strength. Her… rage.” “She was different,” Morgana whispered, setting the teapot down with a small clatter. “But she was still our daughter. Our little Margaux.” “She was not Margaux. We all know that,” Hamlet growled. “Was?” Hamlet snapped, turning toward her. “Don’t say it like Marigold’s dead.” “Isn’t she?” Alex shot back. “Black Fang is hunting her. The Queen’s soldiers. And if the rumors about ASA involvement are true, even humans want her blood. She’s not just a runaway anymore, Hamlet—she’s a target.”

Margerina grasped the scepter with both hands, and it immediately burst into a dazzling light, reflecting on the faces of everyone present. Sacred and noble, the dormant scepter erupted into a breathtaking radiance after sensing the pure royal bloodline in Margerina. Clang... Margerina exerted all her strength and pulled out the scepter. “Everyone, look closely.” Margerina sensed the rapid depletion of energy in her body and raised the King’s Scepter high, gesturing to everyone present, and loudly declared, “I am Margerina, the true queen of Flandom.”

the messenger said, introducing his purpose and identity. "Proceed." "To Lady Serina, I am dishearten to announce the fall of our trusted herald and our great and loyal knight, Sir Thomas Hansen during an unexpected encounter with a horde of varmints lead by a chimera on the Brassland Canyon. The rest of the details regarding this calamitous matter, I would like to personally discuss with you. For now, we have successfully made it to the Marfiande palace and already had a proper talk with his royal Highness.

And as Morrigan walks near Frey the air in the room suddenly turned cold. Morrigan stood in front of Frey at a safe distance, pulled the ribbon that is tying her hair, and let the braids unravel themselves, letting her hair fall like water finally able to come back the stream to live. Frey shivered as a cold breeze touches her skin as she take a better look at the young lady standing tall in front of her. Her back is straight, her elbows folded in perfection as she plays with the ring on her thumb as her hands rest in the middle of her torso. Morrigan gave her a soft smile. "You are right. I am from Hymir, and that I am from a powerful family. My family's name could be heard everywhere in ou

I said “On our way sir” he replied **WAREHOUSE** “Jack, I paid you to capture all and not only two,” Angelina said “I thought you wanted Andrew and you have him, what again do you want?” I asked “I also wanted Veronica to watch while I kill the love of her life” she replied “What are we going to do with the girl?” I asked “That is your business Jack…. Where is that noise coming from, guys go and check that” She instructed “Ma, he tried to escape with his daughter but we were there on time,” one of the guys said