❝I swear by the old gods and the new - if you ever hurt those I love, I will make sure you burn in the deepest pits of the seven hells. and that's a promise.❞ ROBB STARK x OC © gxmeofthrones 2018 [ season one - ??? ]

❝Te voy a contar la historia del Joven Lobo y la Flor de Dorne.❞ |NOVELA BASADA EN LA SERIE GAME OF THRONES| La historia será modificada.

Davina Lannister is the youngest child of Tywin Lannister. She is very loved by her father, which is why he let her practice with Jaime swordsmanship, and he himself taught her how to properly shoot and arrow and never miss. Davina is as much as a warrior as she is a lady like her sister, who taught her the art of manipulation and forced her to learn how to fight in skirts. This colorful upbringing, along with Tyrion's tales of amazing lands, gave Davina the heart of an adventurer. So she struck a deal with her father, she would marry whomever he chose if he first let her fulfill her dream, and explore Essos beforehand. She was granted her wish, but first she had to meet her betrothed a week before her departure. Easy, what could possibly happen in a week? Well a lot if your future husband is no other than Prince Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, a man famous for his sexual drive. Introductions were made, insults were exchanged, and a deal was made between the future couple. This is how a dance of lions and snakes began. --------------------------- WARNING ⚠️ This story includes mature themes like: cursing, violence, sexual scenes, assault. I do not indulge any of the violent acts explored but remember it is a work of fiction. I own nothing but Davina and my own twist of the story, everything else belongs to the brilliant George R. R. Martin and the HBO series creators.

"Don't act so excited, old man, it's slightly pervy." "D-Did she just call me old?" (Tove = TOv-ah) Captain America: Civil War fan fic Some mature content (language)

"I'm a friend of Roger's." "Oh, so I won't have to remember your name for very long then."

He was a famous musical artist, making his way through life. She was a normal girl, living in a lonely world. -- 1980 Elizabeth Bower, also known as Eliza or LB, is a waitress by day, and a guitarist by night. When she moves to London, she meets people she never expected to meet.

"She can't be his! That's bloody impossible!" "I know bu- " "He passed 4 years before the kid was even born. They're just attention seekers going after his legacy Bri." I do not own any of these characters besides the ones I've made. 100% fanfic All due respect to the members and former members.

In the cold Colorado winter, a woman catches Freddie's eye. One he would refer to as his 'little china doll'. There for a concert that gets shut down in the middle because of a blizzard, they are now stuck and won't be able to leave till it stops and some of the snow melts. But when it does, will Freddie be able to convince his doll to tag along with him? Join Freddie, Alice, and the boys on a wacky adventure none of them will ever forget.

"Come here" he said, patting the piano bench where he was sitting. He started playing something as she approached and sat next to him. ..."She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a day... She may be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell She may be the mirror of my dreams A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell..." "Go on" he mouthed, as he continued playing. She already felt the tears welling up her eyes, but she did as he said. "He, who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry... He may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows in the past That I'll remember 'till the day I die.. He maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I'll care for through the rough in many years Me, I'll take his laughter and his tears And make them all my souvenirs And where he goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is..." She stopped, as he played the last notes. "..She.." he whispered. "..He.." she smiled.