The Final Game Of Thrones Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

Even my parents' most trusted allies turned against me, hoping for their share. With an iron fist and ruthless determination, I drove away all those eyeing the Summers' assets—some ended up bankrupt, others in prison. Then, I met Zayn, who seemed like a ray of sunshine—warm, bright, and gentle. For him, I had hidden my claws and masked my strong personality. After he joined the Summers Group, I had even stepped back from the company's operations, at least on the surface. I took a deep breath, calming myself down. That feeling of complete control was exhilarating. Everything was falling into place, and I was just waiting for my prey to walk into my trap.

Leo returned just in time to start the final round of bets. Amber looked around the table again. She felt pretty fucking confident. Ebony always acted as though she held a winning hand and often had shit. Leo’s brows were pinched together, and he only met Ash’s last bet and laid his money on the table. She couldn’t read Grayson’s expression, he was too good at masking it. Ash was more of the unknown wild card really. His face had remained in a grin most of the game. “I’ll raise to six,” she said finally.

The maid quarters were a beautiful representation of the kingdom of Ghandor. In the early morning, a cold air blew back and forth, causing shivers. Multiple groups of men practice swordplay, as usual, with distant metal striking metal. He remembered the maidens and the over ten contenders who are getting ready for the second round, battling for His affection. Prince Kohl reached out of his bed, glanced out the window, and heard a silent whisper, a voice echoing,'she is the queen of the iron throne'. He looked around his bedroom and wondered whether he was having a hallucination. 'No, this is real,' he exclaimed.

She walked inside. The game, as she had said once before, on a stage with unsigned papers and two thousand witnesses, was not over. It was just beginning. End of Book One Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk Book Two: The Queen's War — coming soon.

“The final rounds will be… consequential. The Arbiter’s patience is not infinite.” He helped her sit up. “We will break for a few hours. You may use the library or the terrace. But you will remain naked. Your body is a testament to the game.” He handed her the obsidian die. “Hold onto this. Contemplate it. When I return, we roll for the final acts.” He left her there, on the sofa, naked and sore and filled with a quiet, terrifying certainty. The game was nearing its endgame. And the die in her hand felt heavier than ever.

He didn’t dare to look toward that bitch while Lenora didn’t spare a glance toward the loser. .*** “Now what?”, The king asked the one, from whom he was taking all the orders. “Just wait and watch.”, She smirked. . THE END So, finally, this book has come to an end. I don’t want to drag the story unnecessarily. The rest of the unfolded secrets will be opened in my upcoming books of mine. Last but not least, thank you so much, readers, who spent their precious time and money reading this book. Please do give the same love and support to my other books as well.

This is the final book of the "His" Series. Thank you all for taking this journey with me. Please remember to leave a review if you liked this series, because I love reading them. This is Adrian's story and...wait for it...it's coming...are you ready? Are you sure? Okay - I'll stop teasing...without further ado...ENJOY!

Perhaps because he was already a Lieutenant Colonel at such a young age. Thus, every time Jonah appeared by the village entrance, he would be stopped and beaten up. After a few times, Jonah gave up and no longer dared to show himself. Even when he headed to the construction site, he would take a longer route, not passing through our village. The last time I heard of the Lloyd family was at the wedding of my marriage to Andy. They died in a blizzard without any money or food. They starved to death in the middle of the cold, harsh night. Just like what happened to me in my previous life.

Forever. End of book 36

The floor-to-ceiling doors on the second floor opened. The man who had been sitting in the shadows finally stepped out. I lifted my head, filthy and covered in egg yolk, and met his eyes. Ten minutes remained before the moment I died in the crocodile pit in my last life.