Tyrion X Sansa Novels & Stories

Harper Elias explodes. “How dare you suggest killing my child? That’s my son or daughter in there!” He’s yelling so loud the walls shake. The doctor tries to explain but Elias is in his face, “You’re not touching her or the baby, I’ll sue this whole hospital!” I’m pissed now, stepping between them, voice cracking but sharp. “Are you that selfish, Elias? Ready to let me die for this thing? You’d rather have a dead wife and no baby than lose your precious seed?” He spins on me, eyes wild and confused, screaming, “You promised me a family! You promised!” His hands are around my throat, squeezing, and I’m gasping, clawing at his wrists, and everything goes black….

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We were just the trash he was throwing out because we had no use to him. What made it truly unsettling was the fact that the Lycan King only ever took women as tribute. His entire pack was rumored to be made of males, and if there was no place for us in their ranks, then we weren't being taken to serve. We were being taken for something far darker. And no one knew for sure what happened to the women who disappeared into his territory. Not a single one had ever crawled back from his clutches to tell the tale.

his voice was heavy and loud, “when I met you, I didn’t expect this. I never imagined you'd stand beside me. But you came into my bleak world and lit it up. You became the peace and happiness I never even knew I had. You may have been my son’s ex-wife by law, but now, I love you more than words can say. And I can’t let you go.” I couldn't breathe. My heart exploded. He looked at me with wet eyes. “Sansa Vale, will you marry me?” Time nearly froze, I couldn't couldn't think. I couldn't speak. “These old knees came stay down for so long," he mumbled as he continued to look up at me. That's when I yelled out. “Yes! yes, I will marry you!” I nodded and rushed into his arms and he twirled me arou

I attacked Sansa but she parried my attack like it was nothing. The people gasped, I could tell they could already sense the distance in our skills. “I won't go easy on you with my next attack.” I said and charged at her again. She didn't hold back this time, knocking both I and the sword off balance. Her body towered above me, she leaned in and held my chin. Anger burned inside of me, “You are really going to use your powers here, you pathetic fool?” Valkyrie's voice came. I ignored her and kicked Sansa off me, sending her flying into the wall. The crowd gasped and moved back in fear. I rose up and stared down at Sansa with a smirk on my face.

He gripped her jaw angrily, their eyes once again staring into each other, “is that clear!” She nodded in his grip, her eyes cast down again. Alejandro approached her, closing the distance between them and leaning to her ear, “you’re nothing again, princess. Your tyrant father left you to bear his sins. You’re the daughter of a mad man, a cruel person that should rot in hell. You would be no one again when I’m done with you. If you think the other Lords broke you, then you’ve not met me. I would make you wish for death, and I would make you cry. You’re nothing…”

Even now that Una and Killian are mated, the males allow us to sell our wares in Chapel Bell. “Do you want to come with us, Annie? We won’t let any of them near you.” Diantha turns her nose up at the males who have been subtly gathering closer to her. Immediately, they cast each other accusatory looks, projecting as much innocence as long-haired, tattooed, half-shifted males can. “She’s his mate.” Alroy straightens, lifting his chest and hiking his chin so he can glower at Diantha. Standing tall, he almost seems like a different male. “You stay out of it.”

“Why what?” “Why keep him alive?” Something dark flashed across his face then. Jealousy maybe. Rage. “I haven’t decided yet.” Cold spread through my stomach. “You can’t kill him.” Lennox leaned back slowly in his chair. “Can’t?” “He’s my mate.” “And you,” he said quietly, “are my wife.” The words slammed into me. “I hate you.” A dangerous smile touched his lips. “I know.” “You ruin everything you touch.” The room felt tense instantly. Even the servants looked nervous now.

Tyrion said the moment I stood up from the chair. Immediately those words left his mouth, I saw Alessandro's darting eyes on him. "No, thanks. Those are not really my thing." I said before I tried to leave. "Wait a moment." Tyrion said, then turned to Alessandro. "Ask her to come, please… please. Besides, she's your wife to be and all your business partners should get to know her." Tyrion said, giving his brother pleading eyes. "I don't think she has to." Alessandro responded.

"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