El Siempre Reina Novels & Stories

[ELARA] Daphne Elspeth, princess of Wyvern, embodies elegance and flawless beauty. Her presence is radiant, turning heads with every step she takes. Even King Eldric seems unduly captivated by her, ostensibly for her assistance in dismantling the Elspeth dynasty.

“Since before his first marriage, even. She never hid it well, not really. Everyone in the fortress has known for years.” I stopped walking and turned to face her. “And Alpha Logan?” “He’s never returned it,” Rela said quickly. “Not once, not with any of his wives, not now. He's always been kind to her, because he's kind to everyone, but that's all it's ever been.” She hesitated again. "But Hazel doesn’t always see it that way.” I cursed underneath my breath and resumed walking. “What do you mean?” “She doesn’t leave easily, Luna.” Rela's voice was barely above a whisper now, like she regretted every word even as she said it. “She’s been… persistent. With each of his marriages. She was there

Her wavy blond hair cascaded down her back and her jade-green eyes immediately looked right at Castellana. The woman smiled. "You must be Castellana Sullivan." She extended her hand towards her. "I am Reina from the Harven pack." The model hesitantly shook the princess's hand. The presence of the princess confirmed the rumor that Castellana heard at the hospital. It did not really matter to her, but her concern was directed at the question if Reina would be living in the alpha's condo as well. If that were to happen, then it would be another reason for her to not proceed with the already fucked up arrangement.

“I guess the Queen didn’t bother to tell you that was the reason she never found her mate.” “But the King is her mate.” “No another royal flaw.” she giggled. “You see most royal women are auctioned off to the house, you either become Queen or a Princess.” “But I thought my baby is his, so he's my mate!” I growled wanting to grab at her but I couldn’t move. “And the claws I had claws.” “No that was all smoke and mirrors, you see Marcus knows a lot about the area, so it was easy to make things seem like it happened but you’ve been fooled.”

Knowing her, she wouldn't leave until she'd gotten what she wanted. "Let her in," I said to Victoria, who nodded and left my office. Reina strutted into my office like she owned it. She always did. Her eyes raked over me, full of that annoying blend of admiration and entitlement. "Sexy as always," she commented, her gaze roving over me. It was hard to believe that she was the king's sister. She looked nothing like him.

As we all settled in, Ada couldn't help but lean forward with a smirk. "You two are the only thing people talk about in the pack. Everyone is jealous of Reina for becoming the mate of Damon Kingsley. Honestly, it’s a dream for a lot of women in the kingdom." I let out a short laugh, shifting closer to Reina and taking her hand in mine. I brought her knuckles to my lips, pressing a kiss there as I looked back at Ada. "Well, I simply follow the fate bestowed upon me. And for me, that fate is Reina."

"Miss Estelle, this is the room of our Mansha Amyrgia-Santifaller. And the one that is in the throne is her Majesty herself. Lady Imeldine from the House of Emirvas." Essi has heard of this name not from any subjects in high school or random trivias that could pop up during forums. Her parents mentioned Lady Imeldine in Essi's search to list the elusive princesses as part of her assignment. Indeed, Lady Imeldine is from the House of Emirvas probably, the current king’s fourth younger sister. She is the princess 13th in succession to the throne of the Kingdom of Baselea. She's already 45. It is already a good age to find wisdom. Essi cannot help herself but get enthralled, almost losing her c

Isabel Varela. Amara’s heart stopped. She moved closer to the glass, breath fogging it. “What… what is this?” “It was hers,” Milo said from behind. “Every night she danced here. Alone. In the dark.” The painting captured Isabel younger, fierce, fire in her eyes. A woman who’d survived hell. “She was more than your mother, Amara. She was la reina de fuego — the Queen of Fire.” Amara stared. “She was in the cartel…”

Her skin was like heated porcelain—soft, fragile, and utterly breakable. "I am the Queen, Elara. I am the permanent fixture in this house of cards," I said, leaning in until my lips were inches from her ear. "The King likes pretty things, it is true. But I am the one who decides which things stay in his collection, and which are discarded when the luster fades."

Reina naturally went to North’s room. Behind her, Bryan, the photographer, the makeup team, and a group of people rushed in. If they saw anything they were dissatisfied with, they would throw it out. Mr. Steward vaguely heard a few sentences. “North used that before. It’s bad luck.” “Reina is the daughter of the Jordan family. How can she use something that has been used by others? Throw it all away.” “Take out all the clothes in North’s wardrobe and burn them. Reina is the mistress of Royal Sights Residences now!”