Clarence And Queen Novels & Stories

I gave her a warm hug before patting her back. “We will talk later, Dawn. I have to go.” The woman opened her mouth but did not continue what she would say and waved her hands toward me. "We will talk later." Without wasting any more time, I looked for the queen, wanting to alter her mind again. I would not stop trying until she realized her mistake. I went to their chamber and found the twins waiting at the door. “Is Zenith here?” “No—” Clara stepped on her sister's toe. “Yes. The queen is inside, River,” Clara replied, cutting off her sister’s words which made Flare’s eyes go round.

“You will also need supplies, a team of servants, and if brunch or tea, a cook or pastry chef. We should speak to the Head Maid. She organizes all of those things. She will be able to help you with what’s available.” “Okay,” I said. “You’ll go with me?” Clara nodded. “No one is usually left to do these things alone. The Queen has a team to assist her. Even Ophelia had her assistants and then us of course, her ‘friends.’” “Thank you,” I said. “I don’t know how Ophelia saw you, but you are a friend to me.” Clara smiled. After tea, we went together to seek out the Head Maid. She was in her small office, just inside the kitchen. She stood when she saw us.

"There is something that should be addressed, and if it continues from this point on, there will be consequences." Amelia’s heart flips as the undertone of menace radiates from Clarence’s words. He’s being serious, and this was all for her. "You see this woman next to me?" Clarence says, pulling Amelia closer to himself. "She is my woman, and as such, she is to be treated with the utmost respect." As his words leave his lips, he growls, and exclamations of shock erupt from his packmates.

Nora stated. Clara looked amused as she grinned at Nora and said, "You sound like a regent queen seeking respect from your high horse, but you, my dear, are only the head of the concubine and not a queen." Nora saw red at Clara's word, and her feet moved of their own accord to stand right in front of her. "I could say the same for you, seeing as we are both of the same breed; you really shouldn't be pointing fingers," Nora shouted.

Behind Marcus, a silver placard stood beside the gate. Welcome Dragon King, and the Dragon Queen. The words had been polished bright for the arrival of people Marcus had spent years trying to impress. I pointed to the title. “That is who I am.” The laughter came almost at once. “She says she is the Dragon Queen.” “She claims she belongs to Caelan Frost.” “Three years away, and she has lost her mind.” Clara laughed hardest. When she finally stepped toward the placard, her smile was sharp with contempt.

I asked, totally clueless. "Their bloodline goes back to the extended family of the last Alpha Queen, Clawmere of the Phantom," Val answered straightaway. Ugh, should we start building a family tree already? "Well, whoever they are, as long as they won't hurt my best friend, then we're good," Vance spoke out of nowhere. "By the way, there's no chance I won't be coming with Sage." "Sign me up too," Gwen mumbled while scanning her nails coolly.

Jake says through the link "Do not let them in until I get there understand me" I basically growl and he agrees. "Faster! !" I growl and we all run faster with me far in front of them. We get there and I run behind a tree and shift. I quickly get dressed and walk towards everyone else. "Alpha Carlson. " "Alpha Queen, I thought you said we should be here within an hour what happened? Why haven't I been let in?" I look at him and smell his nervousness.

I asked as I read through an email about the next gathering of royal spouses. “Air-iss-uh,” Trick answered from where he leaned on the doorframe. He wore dark blue fitted dress pants with a white button shirt and a vest that matched his pants. His dark hair hung over his eyes, begging for me to brush it back. “That’s what I thought,” I said, looking at him over the top of my laptop screen. “And there’s no werewolf queen right?” “Not for the current king,” he confirmed. “Andreas just turned twenty-one, though, so I imagine it will be sometime soon.”

This is it. The doors opened, and with it opened the beginning of the mission of my revenge. “Ladies and gentlemen. Mr. Randy Sterling, and by his side, his daughter, Courtney Sterling, the heiress of the Sterling Group! Let us give them a warm round of applause.” I plastered a confident smile, and flashes of light from cameras almost blinded me. We stepped into the ballroom, and I could feel the heat of everyone’s attention. I moved gracefully, applying every movement I learned, portraying the perfect image of Courtney.

The Quaranta Family always threw a big banquet for their allies. Last year, Vera stood at Carlo's side. This year, it was Gina. Vera stayed tucked in the corner like a ghost, but Gina's little clique still clocked her and pounced. "Well, look who it is—Principessa Vera," one of them sneered. "Heard you're shacked up in the servants' wing now. Kinda fits, right?" Vera's fists tightened, knuckles white. She turned to walk off. Gina cut her off, holding a glass of red wine.