Novel & Cerita Which Games Of Thrones House Am I

Or a dish that you liked? “What the hell do you mean by that?” Apparently, my questions had surprised him beyond measure because now he looked like I was the crazy one “How can you not know who the hell Sansa is? Have you never heard of the Starks? Game of Thrones?” “Did you name it after a fictional character, then?” I said without carrying still looking apprehensive at the big dog with gray fur and blue eyes that kept in the same position, "And it's female, right?" With an exasperated sound, Louis pulled away from me to take the bed back and place it on the side of the living room couch and where Sansa immediately lay down.

"I believe we have a deal, future Mrs. Elysian." Isabella fought back a shiver. What had she just gotten herself into?

The walls of that house became my cage, suffocating in its silence. My only escape was television. The moment I turned it on, the universe twisted its knife. There, broadcast for all to see, was the glorious presentation of the twin heirs of Keladia: Kaelan Draven Greystorm Lockwood and Serenya Valtoria Greystorm Lockwood, cradled proudly by their parents. Queen Luna Bella Flora Lockwood and her Lycan King, Chadrick Kent Greystorm. The image of him—Hendrick’s mirror, down to the smolder in his eyes—made my chest cave. My nails dug into my palms until they nearly broke the skin.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

Ash growled low in my chest, sensing the immediate danger before my human brain could even process it. I stepped toward the glass dome, my eyes locked on the black wax. “Whose blood is this?” The vault went completely silen. Kael’s smile vanished, his posture went stiff beside me. Thorne stared at the chained scroll, his voice dropping low. “That oath belonged to House Blackthorne.” I frowned, the name carried a strange, heavy feeling that felt wrong. “I’ve never heard of them.” Thorne lifted his dark eyes to meet mine. “Most people haven’t.”

“Maybe your mom?” Grady’s jaw flexes. “Use mine.” Elder Max’s mouth tilts. “Yours will hold, Alpha. Hers will hold better. The house likes to be told who it belongs to.” The house. The word puts cold down my spine and heat under that. As if the house is testing me, and finding me worthy even if I don’t at the moment. “Do it,” I say.

Every time, after it was all over, he would say sweet words to me, "If we're talking about resemblance, you're still the most similar to her." After that, I'd have to hide my sorrow and stay by his side, time after time. For the sake of my mission, what choice did I have other than swallowing my pain and suffering, helping him to take care of each woman he brought home? This time was no different. "She's young, so you'll need to teach her about… those matters. "Also, she's allergic to dust, so you have to clean every corner of the house. It'll break my heart if she has an allergic reaction."

I agreed, telling him to meet me at mine with the rest of the guys within the next five minutes, only to be greeted with a sarcastic joke. “I don't get how you get so many girls if you're that quick.” He chuckled, making me growl at him before he quickly shut our mind link. I walked into my closet, grabbed a pair of black jeans and a tight-fitted top, heading out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. I had already grabbed my phone from my bedside table, sticking it into my pocket. For the last few months, I had been living on the top floor of the pack house since I was getting closer to taking my father's Alpha title.

James POV The heavy doors creaked open as I stood over my collared, trembling women. The select trusted inner-circle witnesses, masked family members in dark robes, filed silently into the blood throne chamber, taking positions around the perimeter. Their eyes gleamed behind the masks, but they knew the rules: watch, never touch. This was my ascension, my blood empire made manifest. I am James. Tonight they would witness the final breaking of my wife and our daughter.