Novel & Cerita Booktok Queen

He was reading the demon history book. The Lycan King took a deep breath. This was bigger than they expected. "This is the ancient book of demon rituals and history. It says here that the only way to resurrect the death angel is to shower his tomb with the blood of four Queens. The Lycan Queen, The Vampire Queen, The Dragon Queen, and lastly my Demon Queen. Which I haven't fucking found yet up to now! Motherfucker!" Lucifer slammed his palm in his mahogany desk. The wood cracked. On the verge of splitting in half, he snatched his laptop in time.

She then stated while taking out a book and handing it to us. “The Vampire Queen,” a smile quickly appeared on my face as I read the book title for her royal life biography. And I stared too at her picture on the back, she really was the one who had given both the Vampire Kings their good looks. Adrian his green eyes and Luke his charm. After I was done admiring the book, we quickly sat down by one of the sofas and browsed through, trying to find the part of the White Lion. “Found it,” I shouted and read the part out loud for them.

Axel asked, clearly enjoying this more than he should. “She was the Queen Luna, and why would she title the book Barbara’s fantasies when that is not even her name?” “Maybe because she didn’t want Slade finding out. Though some experiences had been purely made up, simply fantasies, but I must say, Freya did have her own fair share of men and cocks.” He say with a teasing smile. I couldn’t believe it; the very same book I read and ‘enjoyed’ was written by Freya Blackwood. “How did you know?” I questioned, choosing not to believe him yet, even if he didn’t have any reason to lie.

I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused. “I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.”

When Katherine heard that, her face turned pale. “What…what? You... what are you talking about? I... ever broke the law? It was just an accident! The prince didn't speak, what right do you have to speak up?" Alice directly slapped Katherine with a loud sound: “Chat!” “Insolent! Watch your mouth for me! For a lowly surreptitious stalker like you, who wants to speak on an equal footing with me? The person who has no right to speak here is you, Katherine Weaver. You have to remember that I am the daughter of the noble Marquise Rothnor, the fiancée personally proposed by Prince Nelson Spence, and may even become the queen of this country in the future. Tell me... do I have the right to take care

My body was burning, and my eyes were filled with rage. "Now just leave me alone." I struggled to say it. "Hah, I always get what I want, and I want you right now. You should consider yourself fortunate that I chose you "I was just restraining myself from slapping him when he started laughing. Lucky my foot, huh. Coming even closer to my face, he said, "you are just mine, and you are going to be my queen very soon, just imbibe these words in your head, and I will do anything to make this happen."

The fog itself seemed to shiver, pulling tighter, until the figures were so near Mia could see the glint of eyes—silver, countless, unblinking. The pendant pulsed again. Slow, rhythmic. A heartbeat that wasn’t hers. “They’re here,” Mia whispered. Her voice broke like glass. “The ones who rewrote it.” The eyes blinked all at once. Then a ripple of sound, like parchment tearing, cracked the air. The mist split open, revealing not the clearing, but a throne towering in the distance, veiled in shadows. On it sat a figure crowned in violet flame. The Queen. *“For me,”* her voice thundered—not loud, but absolute.

"She's been here six weeks and she's already the person my soldiers ask about first when they wake up shot. You know what that is, right? That's not a liability, big brother. That's a queen." I didn't answer. But something eased in my chest, one degree, and I sat the long watch out with my back to the wall and my gun across my knees and my brother breathing steady on the other side of a door my woman had locked with her own hand, and somewhere south of Atlanta, driving hard toward a sunrise he thought was going to save him, Isaiah Crowe did not yet know that he'd been given exactly one night, and that the King who'd let him have it was already sitting in the dark counting down the hours unti

He asked, he has never heard of any BB in their circle. “Black Queen.” Again, with the one-word answers that annoyed Lebo but that annoyance soon disappeared when he saw his brother’s unusual expression. “Tokelo who is this woman?” he asked now paying close attention to his brother’s expression and indeed he smiled before he answered. “She is my queen.” He answered with a smile and that shocked Lebo because his brother was not the kind that smiles for no reason. “What do you mean your queen and stop with the short answers.” Lebo warned with his annoyance back.