Broken Queen Full Movie Novels & Stories

“You cut me off.” Damn. I did. But that still wasn't a valid excuse. “This is not what I pictured,” I muttered, brushing invisible lint off my leather coat. “Oh, baby, don’t be mad,” Nessa cooed. “It’s kind of cute, no? I mean, you’re the Bratva Queen. You burn buildings, lead fights and leave bodies. He reads books. It’s poetic. Yin and yang.” Her other voice piped in: “It’s giving ‘please ruin me, ma’am.’”

She cupped his face and pressed her mouth to his. With a groan, Quenton turned her more fully into the embrace, without breaking the kiss. Clea wriggled against him and splayed her fingers across his bare chest, kissing him with all she had. Matthew chuckled beside Mackenzie. “It doesn’t take much to get those two going.” With some difficulty, Mackenzie cleared her throat. “You didn’t say. What is the name of the movie? What is this shoot tomorrow?” “The movie is called ‘Taming the Wild Queen.’ We were going to call the scene ‘The Queen and her maidens’, but we still need to work on the crown and the costumes… Make the more practical…”

"Isn't that like a chick flick?" I narrowed my eyes at him. To be honest, I'm not really sure. "It's a book that's been turned into a movie. It's really sad. It broke my heart the first time I watched it so bring a whole box of tissues 'cause you're gonna need it," I advised him. "I'd rather watch 365 Days," I heard Lucas mumbled before Rose wacked him over the head. She let out an annoyed scoff. "You should watch it. Maybe you'll get some tips from Massimo."

But all she remembered was her mother’s tight smiles, the way she’d always said some marriages aren’t about love, Isabelle… She had thought it was just old-fashioned thinking. But this—this was something else. Collins watched her carefully, as if waiting for her to break. Instead, she straightened, forcing down the storm of emotions raging inside her. “Fine,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Let’s say I believe you. Let’s say this contract is real.” She met his gaze head-on. “How do I break it?” Collins exhaled, almost looking impressed. “That’s the fun part,” he murmured. “You can’t.”

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

The date they were appointed as the boss and died was written below none of them were overthrown except one who was overthrown by his aunt in 1921, and after that he began seeing women take the position of been the boss, he finally reached the last photo and was shocked by whom he saw. Monalisa sat graciously on the chair he had seen other bosses sitting, she was younger and vibrantly smiled, and the smile not forced but real, other bosses smiled to but it looked unreal. He looked under the photo and saw something that literally blew his mind. ‘Monalisa Del-A-Cruz, mafia queen from 2018-till date’. ‘Oh my god’ Jeremy muttered still shocked by what he read.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

“You always go beyond my expectations.” Ronan didn’t respond, but he took that as a compliment. The music in the room toned down a bit, and the stripper glided down the pole, splitting against the floor as she gathered her money in her arms. “Booo!” The crowd roared. But the girl smiled, her eyes catching Ronan’s across the room. She winked. “He’s a married man, Raven. Fuck off!” Quagmire yelled, chuckling like Ronan being married was that amusing. Then he turned back to Ronan, “Now, where’s my hundred thousand dollars, Alvarez?”

I was on cloud nine, nothing could ever be more great than this moment. Alexander gentle ran his finger tips up and down my spine as I lay breathless on his chest still strattling him. I didn't know of I was afraid to move or just couldn't "I think I'm broken" I whispered motionless. " Oh no I broke my fiance" Alexander laughed as he carefully rolled me on to the bed. "yea you broke me" I laughed trying to move. "I bet if I got you some food you'd move" he teased. "food would be nice" I nearly whispered.

Me:: Hmmmm I would have really loved to but I know its impossible, you know if I stocked to my ex I won't have discovered you, so you see, Queen:: So you're still searching for someone more than me, I can see you want to die johnny. Me:: my dear something must kill a man oh. please dress up before my bro comes and meet you this way, he can come in at any time from now. Queen went into the shower, I went to my wardrobe and brought out 15000$ so she can have it when she is done.