Tyrion X Sansa Novels & Stories

Humiliation clawed at my chest. I swallowed hard, forcing a tight smile. "Actually, I’m your new lecturer, Jorah." I stepped forward, extending my hand as if this was a normal, professional introduction. "Danielle Louis. You can call me Dany." He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. Instead, he gave me a slow, appraising glare—one so disgustingly condescending I felt like something he’d scrape off his designer shoes. Then he smirked. "Cute. Listen up, bitch."

I push up from my seat angrily. "I don't know what you think you are doing but just stop it right now". "You want me to stop?". He leans forward on his seat, his eyes narrowed at me menacingly. "Then why don't you tell me something, wife? Who the hell is Tyrion?". My heart skips a beat in my chest. How….how does he know that name? Tyrion had been my boyfriend for over a year back home, a man I deeply cared for in the time that we were together. Things had to end between us when he decided to join the Royal Guild whose members are very much prohibited from love, marriage and everthing in between. And without my knowledge too. It had come as a shock when he had come to me in his armour, inform

"Shame. Lync loved that pepper Arya sipped at her tankard cautiously, between spoonfuls of pie still warm from the oven. Her father sometimes let them have a cup of beer, she remembered. Sansa used to make a face at the taste and say that wine was ever so much finer, but Arya had liked it well enough. it made her sad to think of Sansa and her fathe

In them, he saw the reflection of the blue fire, the falling stone, the shared terror of the abyss. She didn’t pull away. Her fingers turned, gripping his with a strength that was both desperate and anchoring. No one spoke. The rising sun painted the eastern peaks in bloody gold. Below, the mountain smoked, a wound in the world. But the pass held. The border held. And on a wind-scoured cliff, the prince and the warrior sat together, their hands clasped in the quiet after the storm, the first true, unguarded connection forged not in a castle, but in fire and stone.

He really loves me, or he only loves the memory of what I represent, but I refuse to be one more, and I deserve to be valued for who I am; I was not born for him; I am the daughter of an alpha and a princess by lineage, he is the one who has to prove to me that he is worthy of me and until he does I will not be his or anyone else's. I am Hannia Winter, princess of Vellentys, daughter of Alpha Hansen, and Luna Alania, princess of Zanaerys. I am not a simple wolf or witch waiting for his mate; I will not give myself to him; for me, he will have to fight as he has never done before. Chapter 1 FLASHBACK 5 YEARS AGO I still remember it as if it were yesterday, I was sitting in the garden, and lit

If only he could turn back time, he would never have agreed to do dumb stuff with Hannah. "I didn't want to do it. You have to believe me. I lost my senses for a while so...." "Enough of your bullshit" Tyron was fed up with Hannah. Her presence and thoughtless actions. He couldn't stand her anymore. "Send her to the dungeon right now" he commanded. "No...No please" Hannah sobbed, falling to her feet but King Tyron was having none of that. Nevaeh on the other hand was the least bit interested in the drama going on in front of her. Her ears had picked up on a strange sound. Cries. Soft whines coming from just a distance away. She stood up, going towards the other side.

I acted like a teenager in love without hearing anything that could assure me that Tyrion truly wanted more than just to fuck me. I was more than aware that I had to take responsibility and lead people who trusted me, but I also wanted to stay close to someone with whom I had fallen in love. Was it wrong of me to want both? It didn't feel wrong. In fact, every time I was close to Tyrion, I felt as if I belonged by his side. I knew that he lost his mate and that I didn't find mine, but my feelings for him simply felt right. ***

His gaze was frigid, his voice was harsh and authoritative as he questioned. "Father, she-" Before Riona could even finish her lines, I beat her to it. "Please accept my apologies, father. I visited the palace to see Azazel von Elysian, the second prince." When I stated Azazel's name, his eyes widened. "That second prince?" "Yes." I replied with a smile. "What business brings you there? And who is that man standing behind you?" "Father, it's a young love affair. That man behind me is Azazel's faithful knight, Theodore Clayton, whom he entrusted to protect me as a way of expressing his love for me."

he blurted out leaning closer to her. Tears were already streaming down Arya's face as Ronald poured out his heart. "There is so much more I want to say but I can't find the right words, this is the first time in my entire life that I'm attracted to someone and i cant look them in the eyes and bodly confess my feelings, yes Arya, I'm attracted to you in the most dangerous way I've ever felt for any woman before, and I know you feel the same way too, but Arya, listen, all we need to do is hang on a little bit, lets fight for this, for us,"

Entering the living area a little while later, they found Jaime, Ace, Kass, Marcus,Royd Grace, Lydia, and Sansa. The smell of Onyx and Tasha’s combined scents seemed to hit everyone at once, because they were all smiling—even Sansa, despite that it was fake.