All Chapters of A Queen Among Tides: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Hello!And welcome to the 5th instalment in the main Queen Among series line-up. Before you dive in, it is important to know that understanding terms, character names, and certain events is dependent on having read books 1-4 including Bite-Size Luna before this. Each book in the Queen Among series meticulously weaves into each other and overlaps, so those moments will not make sense if read out of order.While I welcome all readers to join these characters on their journeys and even encourage them to continue on with the next generation series (Royal Shadow series) releasing upon the completion of the Queen Among series, I want readers to be able to have the reading experience they deserve, and reading this book before the others will impede that from happening.Now, I can't make you do anything, but I hope you take this into consideration before you begin.With that being said, on with the story!xoADB_Stories~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You know how they say ‘stop to smell the roses

“Do I go with the white shirt or the blue shirt?” I muse to myself as I stand in front of my full-length mirror moving one shirt in front of me and then the next. Fashion has evolved so much over the last century, and as much as I love all the options it has provided me, I do miss the days when it didn’t take me hours to decide what to wear. Being given such variety is both a blessing and a curse. That being said, I’m going to go with the royal blue button-down. It’s my signature colour and does make my cerulean eyes pop. I toss the white shirt onto my bed and slide my arms into the royal blue shirt and do up the buttons leaving four undone at the top and tucking it into the waistband of my pants. I want the menses to get a taste of the goods, as Gypsy Rose-Lee once said, ‘make them beg for more, and then don’t give it to them’. I give myself a final once-over and admire how spectacular my ass looks in these jeans. Full and firm, but juicy as hell. I grab my money clip and phone sli

I swim at a glacial pace weaving around a school of fish and start to swim deeper past the continental slope and along the seabed, stopping when I approach the edge of the ocean trench. I lower my body to the seabed and let my fingers sink into the grains of sand beneath me. From here I can see the outline of our old kingdom at the depths of the trench; still intact and perfectly preserved under the sea. Long ago this kingdom resided on the surface and was attached to the mainland, but in a cataclysmic event, was swallowed by the sea. The God of the Elements, Ezillus, used his magic to preserve the kingdom and those within. Around the outside of the underwater kingdom there is nothing but demolished structures and I’m sure more skeletons than I want to think about. Divers are unable to find this place thanks to the magic around it. Our people lived here for centuries before deciding to return to the surface, but this place is still a huge part of our history, and where we keep our mos

I make my way to Eisa’s room, trying to shake off the adrenaline coursing through me. My animai, my soulmate; tried to reject me. I saved his life, and I didn’t even get so much as a thank you. Instead, I got a grown man throwing a hissy fit and trying to break our bond before he even took the time to know me. This is not how my dream scenario went. Growing up with parents who refused to accept me, I found comfort in knowing that one day I’d find my soulmate and at least he would accept me as I am, but instead, I get an attempted rejection. I guess I should thank Zarseti for finding a way to stop him from doing so because if you ask me, he’s being childish. You know what? Not just childish, but selfish. What about my feelings? What was that crap about me being happier once he’s gone? Why the fuck would I be happier being rejected by my perfect person? Why are all the drop-dead gorgeous guys, jerks? Is it hardcoded into their DNA or something? And yet people think being gay is a choic

After spending a little bit of time reflecting on my current predicament, I get up and walk across the room to the aforementioned closet and as I open the door I become still as a statue. When he said he had the closet fully stocked I thought he meant a hotel-sized closet with a few essentials, I didn’t think he bought an entire mall. I cautiously step in, afraid somehow the gargantuan closet will swallow me whole, and slowly wander around the room. I’ve lived in apartments smaller than this. The room is all white on white with bright white lights, a large counter with draws in the centre of the room flanked by ottomans. An incredibly exquisite pearl chandelier hanging from the ceiling with hangers and draws and racks around the room filled with clothes, they even still have the tags on them. One side of the room is just a giant mirror that reflects the entire closet making it look twice as big. I can see the clothes I was wearing earlier hanging in another section of the closet appe