The Final Game Of Thrones Book の小説・ストーリー

I stepped back silently and let them pass. Gregory looked at me hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something, but Sophia pulled him away before he could. … That night, I went to the memorial hall. I placed Mom's ashes inside and stayed until the prayers ended. Gregory didn't show up, nor did he ask. I didn't care. It no longer mattered whether he knew about Mom's death. I imagined her spirit would never wish to see him again. Five years of misdirected devotion concluded here, finally drawing the chapter to a close.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

"No, I hate you. You're a murderer." "Shona, please." Twisting my lips, I placed the destroyed book on the table side and walked out of the room to find him grinning. He nodded to the side. When I changed my gaze, I screamed, cupping my mouth. "I ordered your book. It's not author signed, but a new one. And I will read and mark the notes you made, I promise. Till then, you go through Game of Thrones books since you've trouble watching the series. And they're hardbacks." "But it was too costly." I had calculated the price of them together and they had calculated to total ten thousand, too over the budget I earned per month ever since I stopped using dad's money. "I can't take it."

the thousands voice thundered bowing there head and kneeling down in front of her. The End. This is the end of Fated To The Alpha Demon Book 1 To be continued….

Demir must survive. THE END.

As I reached out to touch it, I felt my form beginning to fade away. In those final moments of disappearing, I heard a voice from outside. "Somebody's committed suicide!"

The remnants of divine fury clung to the air, unseen but heavy, pressing down on the weary figures that stood amidst the wreckage. Elior ran a hand over his face, his fingers coming away stained with blood, his or someone else’s, he wasn’t sure. His sword, the weapon that had struck the final blow, felt heavier than ever at his side. The world should have felt lighter, freer, but something was wrong. The victory felt hollow, the silence too deep. Myrra knelt among the shattered remnants of the ancient tome, her fingers tracing the fading ink of the First King’s records. The final words were barely legible now, as though the knowledge itself had begun to wither.

You can't just die without my say-so! Back home, he called the bank first thing and froze my cards. He knew I was not one for cash. No cards meant no money, which he figured would make me come crawling back or at least call him. However, if he checked the bank, he would see I had not spent a dime in over 10 days. After sorting that out, he got lost in his phone's photo gallery. I hovered behind him, watching as he stared at the picture I had taken on the snowy mountain.

Just a final reminder that the next book is up, "Lycan's Little Prey" I assure you that you wanna delve into Arya's story.

"What kind of game are you playing?" Her fingers fumbled for the doorknob, but it wouldn't turn. Alexander rose from his chair, moving toward her. Isabella pressed herself harder against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps. He reached behind her, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Careful. You'll knock over the vase." Isabella's breath caught as his arm brushed past her shoulder, steadying a vase she hadn't noticed. Relief flooded through her as she realized how ridiculous her imagination had been.