Novel & Cerita Sansa X Tyrion

(I wonder how long you could hold those foolish thoughts within your brain, Baron? "Please wait here for a moment, Baron. I will call the person in charge of the money." Ethan bows politely as the Baron nods and permits him to leave. Azazel, with his neat brown hair and light blue eyes, greeted Ethan as he exited the room. "Good job, Ethan." Azazel patted Ethan's shoulder as Ethan nodded his head, smiling proudly because he did his job flawlessly. "The potion from Verena really worked well and helped us a lot." Azazel grinned and turned his gaze to Olivier, who remained unfazed while carrying a gold tray with a large bag full of gold coins.

“Say it. Own it.” God.. he's being so helpful right now. I licked my lips. “I didn’t come here to look good in power,” I said evenly. “I came here to use it.” Celine blinked, her expression faltering for a second. “Mm. Well. At least you’ve got teeth.” “I’ve got claws too,” I said quietly. “You’ll see them if I’m provoked.” Her wine glass dipped slightly, and she stared at me with new consideration. “Good,” Thorne’s voice rasped. “Now excuse yourself.”

Tyrion explained. Felix winked in response to Alpha's words, making me guess their friendship must have had some benefits… Nova—I learned that this was the witch's name—let us inside her modern, spacious hall. I entered as the last, cautiously checking who I was about to deal with. Nova, the lovely, short, green-eyed brunette, bowed down to Tyrion and then gave Felix a passionate kiss. Certainly, he kissed her back and then grabbed her in his arms and spun her around.

I turned around to see a female roughly 5'5 with black hair, a male around 7ft with dirty blonde hair, and Jayce as well. "What a wonderful performance to turn up to. You definitely don't take disrespect lightly, do you, Sutton Nightshade?" The female says "Who are you? What do you want? And what the fuck are you up to, Jayce, you useless idiot?" I snapped. "Sorry how rude of me, I am Bellatrix Nevermore. Next to me is Ragnar Stonemountain. You all have a choice to make. Join Ragnar and help him to avenge his clan for what your ancestor did or we kill you all. Join us and destroy the one is called Serenity. What will your choice be?" Bellatrix says.

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.

I lifted my head and made eye contact again with a pair of red eyes filled with hatred and… jealousy? But this time his eyes were a lot closer than before… A loud scream penetrated the walls of the arena as I felt Syria try to help me up but she couldn’t. “Syria, you have done well. As a reward, I shall grant you the freedom you begged me for,” the man named Zane says which made me stop. I managed to turn and look at Syria who looks shocked and confused at the same time, or is it just another pretense? Her shoulders trembled while she stood on her knees, looking up at him in fear as the man stood before her and touched her forehead. A small blue light was released into her and she gasped bef

My throat hurts but I rasped, “What is this?” He pinned me with a look. “Mercy.” Mercy? Why did that sound ominous? “I… I don't understand.” A shiver ran down my spine as he grinned mischievously, crossing his arms. “You're part of this month’s offerings.” My blood turned ice cold and my heart stopped. Gods. No. His eyes shone with amusement. “I think our Alpha King would be very pleased with an offering like you.”

Harper The door to the bathroom hallway swings open with a loud creak that makes my stomach drop straight to my swollen feet. I’m still standing there, paper towels clutched in my fist, wine soaking through the front of my dress and making my tits feel all cold and gross, when this guy walks in. One of Elias’s little minions, the kind with the slicked-back hair and the earpiece that screams “I report everything to the boss for a pat on the head.” He freezes when he sees me, then his eyes slide over to Yuto like he just hit the jackpot on some twisted gossip slot machine.

I tried to utter, hoping to make sense of it. The smile soon grew over Tunisha's face, her eyes turning to torches of determination. "Sara's powers run in bloodline; if I serve as the harbinger to her heir, then those powers would be mine. The ritual will allow me to tap into them at last and save our world." The air was punched out of me such that my breath was taken away, as though she had just punched me in the stomach. "You can't be serious," I began to stutter, trying to wrap my head around what she planned to do.

"Joric… they're all watching us." Joric shot another frantic look at his wrist. The crystal was still dark. "Alpha?" Marcus nudged him. "Everyone's waiting." Joric took a deep breath and stood up. He'd come this far. There was no turning back now. "Pour the wine." A servant immediately brought two goblets of laurel wine. The golden liquid swirled, giving off a faint, sweet scent. He raised his glass. "By the witness of the Blood Moon and this pack, I, Joric of Blackfang, claim Giselle as my Luna."