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Thank you so much for reading my first ever book, I leave you with the first chapter from Rise of a Queen - book 2 for your enjoyment. RISE OF A QUEEN - BOOK 2 Chapter 1 – A New Kingdom. LAMIA I looked out the window on the top floor of my castle, yes, my castle, taking slow sips from the crystal glass that held the dark thick rum, my drink of choice tonight, as I pondered over the past two years and how far we had come.

Angel never imagined that Anne would occupy this room for a long time. "If I knew you were going to be here that long, I should have bought you a television." Angel's words were greeted by a shake of Anne's head. "I'm old, honey. My head will get dizzy if I watch television." Anne took out a book from her suitcase, then she gave it to Angel. This is no ordinary book. This is Angel's first novel. "Can you sign my book? I'm your number one fan." Angel blinked in disbelief. Her lips were also slightly parted because she was too shocked. Angel doesn't even know if Anne bought her book secretly. "Is this the help that mom meant earlier? Do you really want to ask for my autograph?"

I'm sure it must have belonged to Marcella. But even if it wasn't, I still wanted to know what the contents were all about. I took it out, creeping to the dimly lit lamp in the room. I held my breath. Anticipation was eating at me as I opened the first page. November 14, 1994. It was the day of the long-awaited ball that the Alpha chose me. He said so many things that day, like how I am the most beautiful girl in the ballroom. It was filled with socialites, ladies from wealthy families, but of all the ladies that flaunted their wealth and themselves at him,

I had complete faith in her. "Oh, I used to be a ballerina." I heard her tell Betty one night after work. "Ballerina?" Betty asked. "Like the Swan cracker?" "It's actually Swan Lake and The Nutcracker," Sierra corrected. "Whatever," Betty replied. "The club is much better." "If you count the walking STDs," Sierra muttered. The hairbrush in my hand flew past them, clattering against the wall. Both turned to me, filled with shock. I glared hard at Sierra.

“Now, where were we? You needed to know about Angelina, isn’t that right?” “Yes, can you please tell me exactly which location Angelina was taken to?” Isla asked, her heart racing with anticipation. Elara nodded, her demeanor serious. “Yes, I will.” She reached for a small, ornate box on her desk and opened it to reveal a crystal ball nestled inside. The surface shimmered with an otherworldly light, and Isla felt a sense of awe wash over her.

I hope she forgives me and gives me back my pretty face, I just can't live this way. Alexander's point of view: My thoughts were still on Rihanna, I just can't concentrate on anything without thinking about her. I was trying to read the book my junior cousin gave me but I don't think I'm paying any attention to it. It is filled with magic and supernatural stories. Suddenly my eyes caught something in the book. A story of the ugly girl and the beauty goddess. There are other goddesses apart from Selene and I've heard about this beauty goddess but I don't know much about her.

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

Most likely, the double essence of the baby affected. Angelina was born in October, and she was only two months old, but the reflexes were like those of a four-month-old child. Alina had seen enough of the little ones, her younger sister had girls, both healthy, in terms of development they fit well into the standards and pleased her mother. Angelina was more mobile, had excellent reflexes, and ate for two in general, as Alina believed.

I noted that for later and looked around the room instead. "Did that person steal anything?" Angelina shook her head and sighed as she stared out the windows. "I think she wanted one of the journals you gave me yesterday." I could feel she was lying. ''You're lying to me again Angelina. She nodded. "You're right, I am. She didn't just want one of the journals, she wanted all the journals. Your faithful little maid attacked me with a kitchen knife because I didn't tell her earlier that I wasn't feeling well."

A few minutes later, the bouncer met an undistinguished old woman who seemed to be in her late 60s that still wore a red bodycon satin dress. He frowned at her. “Name?” “Annika Merriweather,” her voice was shaky and high pitched, definitely those of an old woman’s. She has a killer body, though, thought the bouncer. The grand double door opened and she was permitted to go inside, the list mysteriously having her name despite it being an unfamiliar one. Once inside the grand ballroom, her eyes scanned the crowd. There were all sorts of famous people dominating different kinds of industries in this room today, but she was only looking for one known in the film industry.