Sansa X Tyrion Novels & Stories

“Are you really the Heir of Storm Pack?” Baird’s expression softened, but there was a sadness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Yes,” he said simply, “I am the son of Alpha Grayson, the future alpha of Storm Pack, and the so-called tyrant.” He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, “But I’m also Baird, the one who saved you, the one who still cares about you. That hasn’t changed.”

Nova responded, "It doesn't matter even if she knows. Xander and his people didn't show up when you went to cause trouble for them. This proves that Xander has truly fallen in love with another woman and abandoned her. She no longer has any value to me." Tywin asked, "Do you know who Johann Blau is? Do you know what'll happen to those who target his people?" Nova replied, "I didn't ask you to actually hurt Abigail." Tywin said, "So you really know everything." Nova responded, "You tricked me for information!" "Would you tell the truth if I didn't trick you? I've been loyal to you, but how have you treated me?" Tywin did not want an answer, he just ended the call.

Rebecca said when a slight frown. “You know I would love nothing more than that but I'm always needed at the counsel meetings.” Tyler said with a sigh. “It still hasn't been found yet?” Sansa asked with a sad expression. “No, it hasn't been found Sansa. I have a feeling Alex has it with him.” Tyler replied and Rebecca frowned. Yes, Sansa had been released from prison and she had served her extra punishment as well. Rebecca decided to give her a second chance but promised to execute her immediately, if she should betray her again.

Dave asked me. “Whoever doesn’t like it is free to sulk. I’m not asking permission. They will find out after the fact.” I would deal with Carter myself. When I was done with him, whatever is left of his pack can make the choice of what they would like to do. They could come with me or another Alpha could step up. It was completely up to them. I didn’t care either way. ARIANNA’S POV “I need you to wake up.” I recognised that voice. It was Luciano. He sounded sad. That warmth in my hand was there again. He was holding me. He had held me before. When was that? It seemed long ago.

"I'm not sure you know what that means sweetheart." "But he had the guts to let the Bureau take my money." "That Container was full of Drugs Mr. Tyler." "And you know how much those drugs are worth." "Billions of Money, Mr. Tyler," Sylvester said again, his eyes cold..as ice. "I wonder what I should do to your pretty "daughter here." I mean she's up to age. Right?" He asked, laughing. A menacing one. "No...please, Boss, spare my family from this. I'll die for my sins." The Man on the floor pleaded.

Seren said. "I've been working up to it." Nora closed the door and stayed near it not because she needed the exit, but because she wanted the distance of the room between them for this conversation. "You've been advising the Vael bloodline for three centuries. You've watched Lysander for most of that time." "For all of it," Seren said. "He was born into the court I was already serving." "Then tell me what he actually wants." She held Seren's gaze. "Not the throne. Everyone knows about the throne. I mean underneath that what he wants that the throne is supposed to give him."

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

He was a clear-thinking but dangerous man. Clarisse stared at him unflinchingly. “I will destroy Enola Spark to its roots. But I need a distribution network and protection. In return... I will open new channels for your goods. Something guaranteed to be untouchable by the government or the Cassel Group. “ “ Hmm. “ Lysander circled Clarisse like a collector appraising his prized possessions. “ You’re braver than your adoptive father, “he said finally.” Fine. We’ll start by destroying Spark Winery’s international reputation.”

She screamed and pushed me a little to walk ahead of me. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. I had to cool down. Anger was going to make me weak. I needed the aggression and determination for the actual competition. I had another reason to give my best. To show Ava that blood wasn't only factor in deciding who gets to the powerful position. Outside the ladies's chamber, our mates were waiting for us. Alpha Tyrion looked so devilishly handsome in his silver blue armour and a huge sword. He took my hand in his and planted a kiss on the back of my palm.

His tone now sounded more dangerous, "Snow, I, Xylan have invited you nicely. Don’t you dare to insult me. A deep voice next to Snow suddenly spoke with a hint of banter. "If a girl isn’t interested in you, stop pestering like a fly. You are the young master from a prominent family. Aren’t you worried about embarrassing your family?" It was Tyr Summers. "Who are you to talk back at Master Xylan?" "Get lost! "Tyr spat out the words coldly. "F*ck, do you have a death wish? How dare you talk to me like that?"