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Game Of Thrones Jon Snow And Daenerys Pregnant

Pregnant by the Mafia boss

**"Leave me alone! Please, just let me go!"** My voice cracked as I thrashed in his iron grip, but it was useless. He scooped me up effortlessly, his hold unyielding, carrying me off to a fate I couldn’t escape. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not like this. "I don’t want this," I whispered, my voice raw with terror. "Please… just let me go." My pleas barely reached his ears, or if they did, he didn’t care. His silence was louder than any threat, his indifference a dagger to my chest. A heartbeat later, my body hit the softness of a king-sized bed, but there was no comfort in it. My tears had nearly dried, leaving only silent sobs wracking my frame. I forced myself to speak, desperation lacing every syllable. "Luciano, please," I choked out. "If I’ve wronged you in any way, I’m sorry. But don’t punish me like this." A deafening crack split the air, and before I could react, fire exploded across my cheek. The force of the slap sent my head whipping to the side, my skin stinging from the brutal contact. The room pulsed with danger. **"No one calls me by my name,"** he growled, his voice like crushed glass—sharp, merciless. **"And no one tells me what to do."** His fingers curled under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. Cold, dark, and bottomless, his eyes held no mercy, no hesitation. "You will warm my bed," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft, laced with cruel intent. "You will satisfy my every craving, no matter how disastrous, no matter how dark." A wicked smirk ghosted over his lips, his grip tightening. "Because you are mine to break. And no one stops me." He leaned in, his breath fanning against my trembling lips. "Now… come here." --- Story by white pheonix
Ivory_Smart_2462 · 17.9K Views

Game of Thrones: beginning and the end

In the frozen North, whispers of an ancient terror grow louder. In the South, corruption festers beneath golden crowns. The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros stand on the edge of war, where honor is a weakness, loyalty is a lie, and the only path to power is paved with blood. Eddard Stark, Warden of the North, is summoned to King’s Landing to serve as Hand of the King, an offer he cannot refuse. But the capital is a viper’s nest of deceit, where whispered secrets are deadlier than swords. As he unearths a conspiracy that threatens the throne, he finds himself caught between ruthless ambition and an oathbound sense of duty—two forces that will lead him to ruin. To the east, across the Narrow Sea, Daenerys Targaryen is sold like chattel to a savage warlord. But within her burns the fire of her ancestors, the dragon blood of House Targaryen. From the ashes of her suffering, she will rise—not as a pawn, but as a queen who will burn cities to the ground if they stand in her way. Beyond the Wall, where the realm forgets to look, Jon Snow, a bastard without a future, takes the black to join the Night’s Watch. But what lies beyond the frozen wasteland is not just exile and hardship—it is death. An enemy older than the kingdoms of men stirs, its icy fingers creeping closer, and the Wall may not stand against it. As kings rise and fall, as alliances shatter with the thrust of a dagger, the game of thrones begins. And in this brutal game, you win—or you die.
Itz_Suncity · 2.6K Views

Alpha's Pregnant Omega

After living in hellish prison for 16 years, you're finally rescued. But what do you do when you soon realize that there is now a thread, a connection to the warden you've escaped from? BLURB: He could clearly see the way the water droplets ran down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to it, gave such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. She turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. He groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin. Unzipping his jeans caused his member spring forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He buried his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling. How is it that she smells even better that the soap she just used? Other Omegas used the same kind, yet their smell would cause his stomach to feel upset. Inhaling again, he pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind before. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. Slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one deep thrust. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for his pain.
Kelenne · 100.1K Views
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