Feel Like A Fem Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

His size is usually comforting, but today it feels like a threat. "You are ours," he says. "We marked you. We bled for you. You don't get to sleep in a different zip code." "I am not a possession!" I scream. The sound tears out of my throat. It surprises them. They are used to the cool, calculated Queen. They aren't used to the girl who is fighting for air. "I am a person!" I yell. "I need space! I need a place where I don't have to be a queen or a doll or a savior! I need a place where I can just be!"

It felt like I was wearing someone else’s face, someone else’s life. And that's going to be my identity from now on. Every. The werewolf Queen. ….

No one asked what my interests are, what I like to do in my freetime, or my opinions on movies and books. I don’t think my people see me as a person. I’m just a… being. A demigoddess trapped in human form. When I was younger, I craved that. Especially after Brie and Logan disappeared for a minute and our lives crumpled, forever changed. I wanted people to fear me. I wanted them to stay away from me. I wanted to sit in my office and play the kingdoms like a game of chess…. So I’ve spent every waking minute over the last two years preparing and perfecting being queen. It was just easier that way.

“No, no, how do you feel? Since Zen was accepted as the next King, have you felt any different?” She wasn’t sure what he was asking about, but his question would prove to be the trigger. She felt it, whatever it is that she was being asked about. It was almost as though her identity had changed in a way she couldn’t explain. She clutched her chest, gasping at the new sensation. “What the hell was that?” “That, my dear, was the Queen in you,” Frazier was the one to tell her. “Queen in me?” she asked.

she suddenly congratulated me. "Congratulations?" My brows furrowed in confusion. "Yeah, you'll be Queen soon!" she said. "Oh," I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to be Queen. Being a Luna is already taking a toll on me—I can't afford to be Queen." Anna stared at me for a brief moment, probably surprised by my response. "Being a queen is not so difficult, and if I'm being honest with you, you're more like a queen than I am," she said.

It was different now; they respected me, and yet, they had disrespected me by limiting my abilities to just being female and a good daughter. "Let us return to the palace to give them the good news. We definitely have a queen whose shot never misses, similar to how she had struck our king with Cupid's bow. All hail the Queen, the conqueror, and the champion." The guards announced as the rest of the men loaded all the deer I had killed today inside a mini truck. "Maybe you need some hormones?" I teased the man who had mocked me earlier.

But I couldn’t just let this stand. *You’re not everyone. We’re not just anyone. Like you said, everyone has always pushed you around. Trixie you … YOU are going to be a Queen very soon. Show them a Queen,* Mila said, encouraging me. “Sounds good,” I said to the Queen, but not elaborating further. I gave her my best smile. She looked … confused. Good.

My body swings around and my hand reaches for the door handle. “Stop it!” she was getting good at controlling me. “What’s the problem?” she hisses at me, clear annoyance in her tone. “I am not a Queen!” “Yes we are. It is our birth right so get our butt back out there and act like it.” “Oh yeah Reaper, how am I supposed to act?”

So, this is what it felt like to be a Queen. The feeling that spread through my limbs, gifting me an addictive sense of power that went straight to my head, had nothing to do with ruling an entire land of people, or enacting laws that would spread change like the currents of a rippling tide. It came from the King whose legs I knelt in between, the one losing every ounce of his sanity from something as simple as my lips wrapped around his cock.

The panic starts to set in once again. "How do you get used to that? I don't even know if I am fit to be queen. I am just an ordinary person. I am not ready to be queen." "Breath, Sammy. You will be a great queen. The moon goddess chose you for a reason. Perhaps we need an ordinary person as a queen. This way there will be change. A good change, at that." Mark looks so sincere that I feel the panic in me start to settle. Perhaps it is a good thing.