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Henry says, Archie nods before turning around and walks out of the auditorium. Henry clears his throat before leaning forward closer to the microphone, "It seems as though someone has been spreading rumours about my girlfriend. Let me remind you that I am the King of Crawford, my father may have tolerated it but I certainly won't allow people to disrespect me and my kingdom by making unsubstantiated proof, understood?" "But your highness – "Understood!" he says loudly. Mr Williams jumps and nods, "Yes, your royal highness." "Now, everybody leaves, we will continue this meeting at a later stage," he says and he sits back into his chair.

Don't even get me started on his prom queen, Diane. They've started this crazy ass campaign over something that really isn't that deep. I don't even have a queen yet. I'm scared of Candice. And genuinely, I don't want one. I've been hearing about this team leader cheerleader for the football team, this blonde girl named Carrie. I've been thinking about approaching her to be my prom queen but the craziest thing happened while I was heading right to class to deal with all of this later. She popped out from literally nowhere.

Besides, she was so busy right now that it didn’t even matter how things were at home. She would only get busier if she won the Miss Americana pageant. Miss California had to travel all over the state but Miss Americana had to travel all over the country during her year as the queen. The current titleholder was the one to crown the winner the following year.

Fiona asks. I do not answer immediately. Instead, I walk toward the window. The sunlight is brighter now. Warmer. But something about today feels heavy. Uncertain. “I do not know,” I admit. Fiona steps closer. “They are both beautiful.” “Yes,” I say quietly. But beauty is not the problem. What tonight represents is. A gathering. All the queens present. Lila will be there. Idra will be there. Everyone will be watching. Judging. Waiting. I place both dresses carefully on the bed.

"Open your eyes and look carefully! That's our captain! The Pirate Queen!" Hank's legs gave out as he collapsed on the deck while Winnie's phone slipped from her hand again and it fell on the deck with a clatter. She kept shaking her head, her words all over the place. "No... There's absolutely no way that's true! If she's the Pirate Queen, then why would she wash our underwear and take out our trash every day?!" I walked over to Kaplan's sofa and sat down, crossing my legs. Kaplan immediately scrambled over on his hands and knees and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off the tip of my boots.

Too rough. He raised one perfect eyebrow. “With a fresh compound fracture and cracked ribs? You’ll scream the second your foot touches ground.” “I’ll scream quieter than I’ll look like a damn invalid being carried in on night one.” For a second—maybe two—he actually considered it. Then he stepped back, just enough to give me space. “Fine. Crawl if you want. But the queens are watching.” I didn’t ask how. I already knew. Cameras. Wards. Vampire senses sharp enough to hear a heartbeat skip across campus. I’d read the rumors. Some said the four queens could taste fear from three floors up.

She walked away before Lucy could stop her. She watched her disappear into the crowd. Something about Zoe's reaction bothered her. She couldn't put her finger on it. By the time she reached her first lecture, the video had already spread across campus. Someone had uploaded it to the university blog. THE KING AND QUEEN OF CAMPUS MATTHEWS AND QUINN MAKE IT OFFICIAL FOR THE GALA Lucy stared at the headline. Her stomach turned. She opened the video and there she was, standing in the middle of the plaza with an enormous bouquet in her arms.

“I already told you I have nothing to do with the squad or any of that.” “Not the squad.” She paused. “Queeneth.” I stared at her. “What about her?” “There is a popularity vote coming up. Student council is running a most influential student on campus campaign, it is new this year, meant to be a whole thing with voting and events and whatever.” She tilted her head. “Queeneth is going to win it by default because nobody is going to challenge her. Nobody has the standing or the nerve.” “And you think I do.”

"The Queen will be disappointed if she sees her, so it's best to end things. An incompetent Luna like her deserves to be rejected." My hopes shattered. I had truly meant nothing to him. I tried to step away, but the guards tightened their grip on my arms, forcing me to remain in place. Then, a powerful growl echoed through the banquet hall. Everyone fell silent and turned toward the entrance. The guests quickly moved aside, creating a path for the person who had just arrived. My face paled as I recognized the regal figure walking toward us. The Lycan Queen Isadora. My mother. Her gaze swept across the room before settling on me, dressed in a maid's uniform and held captive by the guards. Her

I'm an orphan, and I spend all my free time volunteering at a nursing home. The elderly residents there feel sorry for me because I have no family, so they all treat me like their own granddaughter. Thanks to them, I have a pretty good life. That all changes when Jenna Olsen, the most popular girl in our department, uses her family's connections to take the spot I'd earned as one of Beyton University's top students. In front of the entire class, she tears my application to shreds and throws the pieces straight into my face. "Do you think an orphan like you can compete with me for this spot?" She pinches her nose and takes two steps back, looking at me with open disgust. "You spend