Daenerys Targaryen unwillingly becomes a player in the Game of Thrones following the death of her uncle, King Viserys I. It's a game of war between the Greens and Blacks, pitting Targaryen against Targaryen, cousin against cousin until there is one winner left. May the strongest Targaryen live.
The year was 111AC, all watched as Prince Daemon strolled into the Red Keep's throne room with a crown of bones upon his head, declaring him as the King of the Narrow Sea and within his arms was a girl child around three years old, wearing a dress of brown and bronze; wrapped in Daemon's Dragon scaled cloak.
Daemon bend his knee, offering his crown up to his brother, Viserys I and proclaimed that he was the true King.
Daemon introduced his daughter, Lady Daenerys Targaryen, the heir to Runestone.
Everyone present, including the Hightowers was surprised that Daemon consummated the marriage between himself and Lady Rhea Royce since Daemon had asked Viserys to grant him an annulment to the union but failed.
Daenerys stayed with her father in the Red Keep for a few months, until he was exiled at Queen Alicent's request, and she was to return to her mother at Runestone.
In 114AC The suspicious death of Lady Rhea Royce came suddenly, those who knew Rhea knew that she was an experienced hunter and more experienced rider. Though her death was overshadowed by the marriage between Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon, this was also the time that Lady Daenerys and Prince Daemon reunited after years of separation.
To Daenerys dismay and Daemon's annoyance, she was not given a dragon's egg and this soon would be something everyone would regret as the dragon Daenerys claimed would become the Green's downfall.
Daemon soon married Lady Laena Velaryon in 115AC, and the woman welcomed Daenerys with open arms, knowing that she will never replace the girl's mother. The three of them toured Old Valyria together, Daenerys sharing the saddle with Daemon on Caraxes or with Laena on Vhagar.
During 116AC into their happy union, Laena birthed twin girls, Baela and Rhaena. It was obvious to many that the love Daemon held for Baela and Rhaena was not the same level of love he held for his firstborn.
When the twins were a few months older than a year, the five of them flew on Dragonback to Driftmark in 117AC, Princess Rhaenyra and her sons were sometimes there but they mainly lived at Dragonstone with Rhaenyra's husband, Laenor Velaryon.
Often enough the family would fly together, enjoying the freedom that came when flying their claimed dragons, though Rhaena and Daenerys were forced to watch from the cliffside since Daenerys had no egg and Rhaena's egg had yet to hatch.
It was on the thirty-first sunset of the fifth month in 118AC when the Targaryens of Dragonstone were met with a remarkable sight, the skies turned black as the supposed deceased dragon known as Balerion soared across the sky, his thunderous roars sending shivers down all that were present backs.
Balerion hadn't been seen since Viserys I had been named heir to the Iron Throne, all of Westeros thought he had died when King Jacaerys had, but here he was... Soaring through the skies with the bravest six-year-old, Daemon had ever seen.
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."