Song Of Ice And Fire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Worried he'll come looking for you again?" I shook my head. "No." I looked toward the distant snow-capped mountains. "I was only thinking of who I used to be." The girl curled up in a servant's room, clutching a few thin bills, dreaming of buying back her mother's brooch. The girl who stood in the rain, splashed with mud by passing wheels, and still tried to make excuses for Adrian. She had suffered so much. But thank goodness, she had finally made it here. The white flowers in the greenhouse were in full bloom.

“I will not beg for scraps of your attention. I will not take half a life. I will not share my mate.” His hands clenched at his sides, desperation flickering in his expression. “Give me time. One week. That’s all. I will end it. She will be gone.” “One week?” Her voice cracked, anguish flooding it. “Every moment will be a wound. Every breath agony. You say I’m yours but you treat me like a whore, when I am anything but.” Her fingers trembled, and frost began to bloom on the stone beneath her feet, crackling outward like veins. “I am Ice.”

She gripped his hand harder. “No. Not yet. Not ever.” That night, Fiona dreamed of stars of burning trees and wolves made of silver. Of Logan’s voice whispering in a language she couldn’t understand—but her bones did. Of a throne made of broken bonds. And a shadowed king wearing her mate’s face. Somewhere far beyond the reach of Blackridge, Mia knelt in the ruins of Thornmouth Keep. Rowan stood before her, his sword dripping with the blood of some poor beast that had gotten in the way.

as if he doesn't really care for her at all. How long did her father ever felt like this to her? Is he like this ever since? Didn't he see her as his own daughter? "Dad, I am your own daughter. I am from your flesh and blood. Please, don't be like this. I've done everything you've wanted. I quit seeing my friends. I've studied finance as you wish even though I want to be chef. I have sacrificed my life for this family but why can't you see that marrying Joffrey will kill me? Please see reason, dad. Please."

He is saying something to her, but she does not hear nor does she has the intention of removing the earphone “I’m saying that the chief wants to see you now” he yells frustratingly at her, forcefully removing her earphones. “You should have just said it gently, no need in using force” she hisses. “And you would have heard with how much you were bobbing your head to that music of yours, not that you have a great taste at music at that” he scoffs, handing her the files he was told to give her. “Just like how your name is not of a great taste too, and don’t fucking insult my taste in music, it is better than your taste in anything” she tells her, rolling her eyes at him.

’ Song Jae Chan saw what Ahn did and repeatedly sent the attack on him and in return Ahn did the same making hot water splash everywhere in the arena. If Yura can slice body parts, Song Jae Chan can burn them to crisp. They were both formidable enermies, but so was Ahn. He made ice crystals from the ground where Jae Chan was standing and he narrowly avoided the sudden gruesome attack. He was about to be a sikh-kebab. One of the icicle grazed side of Jae Chan’s body but he didn’t show any sign of pain. Suddenly Song Jae Chan smiled and made two Wall of fires on both side of Ahn and started pulling it together to squash Ahn among them.

As soon as I close my eyes to sleep, I have the worst dream. I'm in the middle of a battlefield, the ground is full of dead bodies of people I knew, my people. Rogues and slayers are attacking left and right, and a man whose face is burnt and wearing a black ensemble is standing tall on a cliff as he watches the chaos, "Amacus," He is holding my mate and sister on either side. I run towards them while he laughs coldly, enjoying my despair as I scream, and just like that, he slits my sister's throat. Arya's teary

Christ you're one heartless human being. " Shut up Nick I don't what one of your stupid lectures right now and whose side are you on? Need I remind you you are my boyfriend not my sister's okay. And you are making it seem like like l said I wanted to kill her,chop her into a thousand pieces and flush her down the toilet jeez. Claudia snorted. Nick stood there completely dumbstruck. Then he said" so you think your sister will just give you everything just like that. " No she will not but I have a plan." Claudia said.

He added quickly, angrily, as if hating the softness in himself: “Don’t make me regret it.” Then he turned away, leaving Elara with the unspoken truth burning between them— The Fire King was not cold. He was burning too hot to touch.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”