Tywin Lannister X Reader Novels & Stories

THIRD PERSON'S POV Alessandro watched Carly with a smile as she walked away until she was out of sight. "Boss." Leonardo called out, bringing him back to reality. "Take this and put it safe in the vault in my office." Alessandro ordered handing the Marriage contract file to him. "Sure Boss." He said with a bow before he left. Alessandro took a seat on his favorite chair as Mr. Tyrion Lannister Luca walked in with about twelve guards. Tyrion was the only son of his father's younger brother.

*** Tyler was already snoring the moment I took a break from reading Rowena’s journal—her most honest and most outrageous collection of secrets and info about herself that only she and this piece of leather journal knows. “I may have sinned, Trinity Goddess. I know I did, but my heart always whispers the name of that Hearteater minion even though my life is already tied with Alpha Bryant.” I have read that line three times in a row already. But every time felt as if it was my first time reading her confession. I made sure my voice is so soft, considering that my husband is just sleeping behind my back. Literally.

Personality description: cautious, Charming, reliable, discreet, observant, precise, rational, encouraging. Family: Leon Evans (father), Julia Stuart (Mother), Chase Evans (twin brother), Emily Evans (adoptive older sister), Dhario Evans (grandfather), Olivia Evans (step-grandmother), James Evans (uncle) Friends: Reggie Stevens (Beta, best friend), Danica Green (Girlfriend), Edgar Brown (friend), Isabella Frome (friend). Arya Silver Age: 17 Race: Werewolf Rank: Rogue Physical description: 5’7ft tall, hourglass athletic body, long straight black hair, round brown eyes, heart-shaped face, pointy nose with heart-shaped full lips.

Alora and I also made the temporary mindlink, and I mean to make it permanent with her within the nearest future because she is amazing. “What can I do for you, Tywin?” I ask, sitting across from him under the canvas. He is leaning in so everything he says is to me only, which only further makes my alarmbells ding. “Tsk tsk tsk. You have been a naughty girl, Druida.” He says, smiling wryly. I raise an eyebrow, but I do not answer. “You are not even going to deny it?” He asks. “How can I deny something I don’t know what is?” I ask in return.

It just came, like it belonged to me, like I had been practicing it without knowing. I lean against the wall. The stone is cold against my back and I press my palms flat against my sides and try to breathe. Tywin finds me there. I do not hear him approach. I just look up and he is there, standing in front of me, his face tight with worry. He looks at my face. He does not ask what happened. He does not need to. He reads me the way he always reads me, the way that makes me feel seen in a way that is sometimes comforting and sometimes unbearable.

She waited at the entrance for nearly half an hour before she saw Tywin come out looking dispirited. Tywin was walking forward with his head hanging low. He did not notice Abigail standing nearby. Abigail shouted, "Tywin Fuller!" Tywin turned his head upon hearing her voice. As soon as he saw her, he instantly showed a hostile glare. "You bitch, how dare you come and find me? I swear I'll rip your head off and use it as a ball to kick around." Abigail still stood upright and did not take a single step back as she watched Tywin approach her. She asked, "What benefit did Nova give you?"

I took a sharp breath, " I, Luna Celine, along with Alpha Tyrion announce that we are participating in the competition to the throne. " Alpha Tyrion watched me intensely and our eyes locked in each other for the longest I could feel. It was enough to make Ava run away shouting and screaming at everyone. The adrenaline didn't stop flowing even now and my eyes shone with hope. No one said anything after that. "See you in the Competition then. Alpha Kristian said to Alpha Tyrion. He smirked, " I don't need a Luna to beat you up. " Once out, Alpha Tyrion opened the door of the car for me. He bent down and his hot breath fell on my neck. I waited for the sweet words and praises coming out if his

called Ale, causing Lex—who, thanks to her magic, had completely transformed herself—with black veins visible across his skin and his eyes now entirely black—to approach her. A sly smile etched itself on Lex’s face, and instantly, the black veins vanished. “Did you miss me, Twinny?” Lex asked, but Ale remained motionless and gave no meaningful response. “Come back, Lex. Don’t do this,” Ale said. “We’ll take care of this pack together. You and me. We’re both leaders.” Lex laughed cynically. Loud enough that it seemed to echo across the entire world. “Both of us? You’re ridiculous, Ale.” She laughed again. “I’m the one who should be leading this pack, becoming an alpha, the primary luna, and h

“Every time you fight, every time you survive—it sleeps. But it will stir one day and wake up.” Her words gave me a chilly feeling in my bone. How could she know that? Randall positioned himself in front of us, his hackles up and snarling. “Too much of an enigma already for my patience, Warrington.” Tell me what you came to tell me and go.” This was the part of Game of Thrones that makes it always interesting; Lyanna smiled, and then her face tensed; the mood changed instantly. The main thrust of Tyrone’s schemes is more than what you can think of. He doesn’t want Alora simply to heal his pride that was injured by her many years ago. He’s after her blood.”

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.