Fiona Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

Something steady. She smiles. Kindly. “I am Queen Viola,” she says. Queen. I straighten slightly, forcing myself to respond. “I am… Kiana.” The name feels strange now. Like it no longer belongs to me. “Princess Kiana,” I correct quietly. “And this is Fiona,” I add, gesturing slightly. Viola’s expression softens. “It is a pleasure,” she says. I try to smile. I really do. But it does not reach my eyes.

I restrained the urge to snap her fingers in half. “Hehe. Of course I’ll be happy marrying Anthony. “As for you, good luck surviving!” Then she enunciated every word with breathy emphasis. “I won’t let you take a single cent of Anthony’s property!” I didn’t care. I even smiled cooperatively. “Oh? So you mean all of Anthony’s assets belong to you?” Fiona snorted, lifting her chin even higher. “Of course.” In the livestream, her fans were already spamming. [Queen Fiona!]

She couldn't afford to see me in pain, and soon, I couldn't even tell who was injured between us. “Are you going to be alright?” She asked, staring up at me as I wiped the tears off her cheek. “Of course, honey. Mommy will take good care of me, okay?” She nodded and turned to her mother. “Please, take care of her, mommy.” I nearly burst into a fit of laughter but I managed to hold it in. Judging by the look on Fiona's face, I could tell she was doing the same but she nodded anyway. “Mom, why would they hurt the Queen?” She asked. “Queens are protected, not harmed. That's what you tell me in my bedtime stories.”

And with that, Prom Queen was hotfooting—or booting, as the case may be—back toward her car, leaving her abruptly released sister to steady herself against the hood of her damaged vehicle. Calder stepped in to help, but stopped short when she straightened and lifted a hand to stall him. So, still a little Ms. Independent. He caught sight of her stiffening shoulders. Maybe more than a little. “You’ll have to forgive her,” Hannah said. “She’s—that’s Fiona—she’s an interior designer by profession and in charge of planning our brother’s wedding, so she’s got a million details on her mind at the moment. And then I go and get in an accident. She’s usually not that rude or scatterbrained.”

Just an incident made her this half-hearted. Genelia walked towards Terence mildly and asked, "Will she be able to handle it? I don't want her to risk her life!" Terence smiled at Genelia and said, "Don't worry about her. King Alberto's blood is running in her veins. She will rule the world like her father." Genelia slowly nodded her head and wished this to happen in her heart. At the Q.A Corporation CEO's Cabin "It's confirmed, Aurora Fright is the new Queen of Moon Howlers," Alec said as he took a seat in front of a living DEVIL who scoffed after hearing his Best Friend, aka the best Beta of the Lycan King.

Queen took out her gun and placed it by her father's side, close to his hand, saying, "I know that there are officers outside guarding this door, but you can never tell who would be working for Christopher. This is to protect you just in case anyone tries something funny." He laughed, "That's nice, good thinking, Queen." After speaking, Queen got up and walked out of the room. As she got outside the hospital, she noticed Shawn at the far end, with a few officers discussing. She quietly walked and secretly left through the back. Afterward, she took a cab back to Shawn's mansion. At this time, however, Shawn had no idea what was going on. Queen took one of his laptops and fixed the flash drive

“- Ahhhh that’s it, go on, don’t stop, fuck me harder, harder! - Ah, you filthy bitch, I am going to cum! - Not yet! Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Harder! Do not stop! - Yeah, yeah, yeah… - I am close, go as fast as you can! - Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…… - Mmmmm…. aaaaaaaahhhhh…. I am done.” My name is Andrea and I am the Futanari queen, the goddess of sex, and whomever I choose is my submissive bitch. I go to the bar where you can ask for any drink your heart desires. The bartender is a beautiful siren with beautiful blue eyes and red hair. I ask for two shots of tequila and three slices of lemon, drink it fast, and go on to the dance floor.

I laugh as well, unable to help myself – she’s so infectious. Ten minutes later, when I see myself in the dress with sapphires draped around around my neck, I shake my head a little in disbelief. “There she is,” Fiona says, her voice awed. “The future wife of the most powerful heir in the city. Ladies and Gentlemen,” she says, giving a little bow, “may I present your future Queen.” My heart sinks as I look at myself. Who even am I anymore?

“Oh, come on Fiona. Don’t let the men bore you. Let me go with you to greet the queen.” I give her a wary smile as she tugs me towards where the current queen, Jermey’s birth mother and Micah’s step-mother, stands. She carries herself with an air of regal elegance, and while she usually appears gracious, I always feel like there is a layer of hidden animosity beneath it all. Once I am next to her, the Queen turns to me with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Fiona, dear, how wonderful to see you here. Hope you're enjoying the festivities," she says, her tone laced with an underlying condescension.

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