Cal Red Queen Novels & Stories

Sarah’s limbs felt stiff as she was led to a soft, red velvet armchair and sat down. The square table in front of her was also draped in understated, luxurious red velvet, creating a striking visual contrast with the table’s jade-like luster—a sight of breathtaking beauty. Exquisitely prepared dishes, arranged on silver platters, lay on the table, looking so tempting they made one’s mouth water. Moreover, the most eye-catching sight was a bottle of Lafite held by Adrian. He opened it and poured the deep red wine into a stemmed glass set before her.

She is wearing lingerie with a garter belt that makes his mind go crazy, red is certainly her color. This made him wonder as to why this doctor is in this event. She recognizes him with how her body reacted to seeing him. He said that she would drink the bourbon, her eyes widen which makes his accusations true. She was quick to change, to calm her nerves but, he is quick to notice changes. He said there is an antidote, he usually doesn't offer one but, there is one in case of emergencies. He offered her an antidote to explain what happened and why she is in here wearing the signature mask of the reina de los muertos.

The chandelier above gave a warm glow to her usually pale skin, and her red dress turned up the heat in her chat. “Good evening, my knights. Today I’m dressed to kill because of an extraordinary occasion. Some of you might already have a hint or two about what we’re going to witness, but I assure you, we will be creating history tonight.” With a powerful introduction, the men ate their humble pie before this queen and remained like stone statues until they were called for. Queenie didn’t care about their discomfort as she drawled the introduction out, occasionally flirting with her viewers and thanking them for their compliments about her new look.

If she desires to get back at her husband by - We both jump when the door creaks open. Cara wasn't supposed to return before the queen has left so it cannot be her. I look up to see Queen Rowena step into the room, black outfit and the sword hanging from her waist making her look like a fiery goddess coming from a hunt. The Queen by my side immediately stumbles to her feet and takes several steps away from me, her shocked face struggling to forge an innocent smile.

My heart raced. "Who are you?" She tilted her head. "You know who I am." "The Black Queen." She smiled. "Very good." Alex moved closer to me. The Black Queen looked at him. "And the mate." Then Lucian. "Lucian." Her eyes moved toward Kael. She stopped smiling. "Kael." Kael became stiff. The woman walked closer. "Still alive." Kael's voice was cold. "Unfortunately for you." The Black Queen laughed. "You always were brave."

I said, and she smiled a little before a woman came out with a tray of Polaris, one of the famous watermelon fruit punch. I took in a quick gulp, relishing in the taste and coolness of it, before we explained whatever we had found to the queen. "I know two of them," the queen said. "She is from clan Red Thunder, and the other one is a royal seamstress." "We think they might all be the descendents of Azura," Mateo said to his mother. "And that someone has been killing them one by one." The Queen's face twisted in a thoughtful look as she read through the paper, her looks growing somber with each paper.

“Alyssa here is my intended, she would be my queen and rule alongside me. She would be your queen, do you have anything else to say?” “No, Your Majesty,” Kal shook his head. “Please pardon my manners earlier, Your grace.” Kal apologized but refused to address her with the official title, he was confused as to why there would be another Queen. He has never met Renée but the rumors about her were not bad, compared to Alyssa whose name left a bad taste in his mouth. “You would prepare for the coronation ceremony, immediately! And as for that woman….I would deal with her!” “I take my leave now.” Kal stood up and left the room. As soon as he was out of the office, he broke to a run towards a fami

The werewolf appears before herand kneels. “Get me Amarok. Immediately.” She says, going to rummagethrough a small chest on her bed. “Yes, my queen.” The servant replies and hurries out of the room. Ever since her coming out as Lowes' love interest, a key to Lowes'defeating Conri and gaining control of the all his communities, allthe werewolves have referred to her as 'their queen' or 'QueenRudina'. This was Lowes Order and failure to follow it would meanyour untimely death.

she replies. The Queen watches her in the mirror, her expression thoughtful but proud. “You will be ready when the time comes,” she says calmly. Outside, the footsteps return. Closer this time. Heavier. Not hurried in joy, but driven by urgency. A murmur rises in the corridor. Low voices. Sharp whispers. Still, inside the chamber, no one pays attention. “Bring the jewels,” the Queen orders. A servant rushes forward with a small carved box, placing it carefully on the nearby table. The lid opens to reveal rows of glittering pieces, gold and gemstones catching the morning light.

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he