Clarence And Queen Novels & Stories

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.

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

He placed his lips against her own as they shared a kiss. The maids looked on in awe as the King and Queen publicly displayed their affection for each other. The King rarely smiled except towards his loving mate or their pup. He lifted her into his arms, breakfast forgotten. He carried her into their bedroom and laid her on the bed. He peppered kisses on her neck. He was about to take off her dress when a knock sounded on the door. She pushed him off her and went to get the door. "Good morning sister-in-law" "Morning Eridian" he stepped into the room.

Klara stood up kicking the coffee table with her foot and walked towards Cecelia ignoring Aurora’s pleas. “You are right, I will never be the mistress” Klara said and observed the change in expression in Cecelia’s face who scoffed rolling her eyes at her and took a sip from her bottle. Finally this bitch got some brains, Cecelia thought but the protein shake tasted bitter after hearing Klara’s next words. “Because I am the queen” Klara’s lips curled into triumphant smirk as Cecelia’s face twisted in anger. “Don’t be delusional. A fragile bitch like you can never be the queen just because you are fucking Master”

While Queen's mother, Lady Lora and her other maids look at the Queen who walked arrogantly and angrily from there. " Just looks at her attitude. She dare to talk back and rudely with you your royal highness and she walked arrogantly in front of you. Who does she think she is? How dare she insult you your royal highness" Lady Lora was red with anger when the Queen disrespected the Queen's mother.

He started throwing his clothes on. “You’re just leaving me?” Seraphina’s voice grew shrill. “Clarence, after last night, you’re just going to run back to her?” “She is my mate,” Clarence said, not looking back. “I have to go.” “Your mate?” Seraphina sneered. “That’s not what you were saying in bed. You said she was stale, boring, an expired ornament—” “Enough!” Clarence spun around, a dangerous red light flashing in his eyes.

Sarah hurriedly pressed the answer button and shot Adrian a look, signaling him to be quiet. “Hello?” On the other end of the line was her assistant, Clara, her voice brimming with urgency. “Sister Sarah, please come back right away! The CEO from headquarters has suddenly arrived, and we’re supposed to submit the contract as agreed!” Sarah’s expression turned serious, her pretty little face full of determination. “I’ll be back at the office right away. Wait for me!” Sarah hung up the phone and was just about to turn around to tell Adrian when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind. He rested his chin possessively in the crook of her neck, his elegant jawline tickling her collarb

She chooses dresses for both of them. Carefully. Thoughtfully. We return to the palace as the sun begins to set. The halls are quiet again. Familiar. Unchanging. But something feels different. As we walk inside A servant rushes toward us Pale Breathless “My king,” he says urgently. “Queen mother has collapsed.”

he let out, his face filled with smiles. Robert nods as he manages to smile at the old king before him, "I will try my best," he replied. The King's wife, Queen Clara, who sat before her husband, stood up with smiles on her face. She wore a long green gown with sleeveless tunics that matched her green eyes. Her servants beautifully adorned Queen Clara's blonde hair placing a pink rose on it. She smiled beautifully, revealing her deep dimples, "It is a pleasure seeing you, Prince Robert," she acknowledged.

Clarence smiled at her words—a smile that made Claire uneasy. “Clarence, I don’t like that smile.” Clarence averted his gaze and looked back out the window. “It’s nothing, Auntie. I just remembered something Daddy told me.” --- TIME PASSED QUICKLY, and soon, the day of Clark and Francine’s interview arrived. TV broadcasts were abruptly interrupted by a live announcement—an interview with the King and their soon-to-be Queen. Many squealed in excitement at the sight, intrigued about who their Queen, Francine, really was. Moments later, camera flashes erupted as Clark and Francine stepped out.