Forever My Queen Novels & Stories

Flashbacks, 2011... 11 years earlier "The most beautiful thing in our hearts about young love, is the truth in our hearts that it would last forever ~ ATTICUS ~ "Would you come to the shop later today Maddie?" Looking up at him shyly, Madison gave a small smile as she nodded gently. Anytime he called her Maddie, she always got weak to the core, and his husky deep voice did things to her inside. Oh, if he would just kiss her now... She wondered, biting her lips, looking up at him shyly, her eyes blinking softly trying not to meet his gaze but she failed.

Nothing changes. Not the way he treats me. Not the way others see me. Even the maids whisper. Their voices low But not low enough. I hear them. I always do. I sit on the edge of my bed. My thoughts drift back to the Queen Mother. Worry settles in my chest. She is the only one who treats me with genuine kindness. Her And Queen Viola. Everyone else Feels distant. Cold. Or dangerous. The night stretches on. Quiet. Still. Peaceful on the surface.

Both of us are panting heavily and I slowly ease out of her as we seal our marks. “Your mine, always and forever my Queen.” “Always and forever my King” She purrs.

I want Fira as my queen if that would be possible. Unluckily, it would never happen because of our ranks. “Pyro.” I looked down on her because she was smaller than me. “Hmm?” “I wish you can find the real queen who can be with your side even in difficulties. I hope you will love her and your love will make the two of you bond for a lifetime.” I shut my mouth. I would not want to burst any words. The real thing was I wanted to ask her. Can you love me for a lifetime? Or can you still keep that love for our next life?

Joey asks snapping me from my thoughts, I look over at him taking a deep breath in before nodding my head. He smiles guiding me to stand even closer to the door as I hear Axel speak, I may have zoned out while he was giving the first half so I really have no idea what he’s saying. “My mate Evermore, has endured some of the worst pain and suffering in her life which I have ever heard. But even with her past, she continues to walk through life spreading as much positive energy and joy that she can, while also seeing only the best in each person she encounters. Which is why she is the perfect individual to take on the role as your Queen. So please give your warmest and most sincere welcome to m

She asked me, and I simply shrugged. "Rowan's time in my life has run out, alongside his usefulness. For all I care, he can go and get another woman to continue living that sorry life with him. As for me, I am here to stay forever, and soon you will address me as Queen Lyra Blackthorn, Queen of the Lycans," I said, and the mere joy of hearing my name like that sent a ripple of joy running through me.

I would like to sleep here and watch her struggle for air to breath and struggling to conquer her painful wound. “I told you, you can’t have him. . . . .” I gritted my teeth. “He won’t love you. . . . . he won’t fuck you. . . . . he won’t be having mercy to you. . . . .” I said, slowly. “He will never be yours as long as I am here, the Queen. He’s going to be mine forever and you will be dead in jealousy.” “Argh!” she was mad, literally mad. Her face darken but I didn’t give a damn.

She wanted me on her side. But the Queen's response to my suggestion was swift and unwavering. "It's not a choice, Dora." Her tone left no room for argument. Well, here was the card. I thought bitterly, reclining deeply into the chair. It was Peter's turn to play. "Ehem…" Peter cleared his throat, leaning forward. The singular act caused the Queen to frown. She must have probably read off Peter's energy. "Oh Queen, live forever…" Really, that was how the man was starting?

"Stay with me." She would smile, the most beautiful sound in the world. "Okay, but just for a little while." She would curl up in my arms, so soft and warm. "Ethan, will you love me forever?" she'd ask, looking up at me. "Of course," I'd say, kissing her forehead. "Always." Then I woke up. Tears streamed down my face, freezing on the cold concrete. Reality was cruel. She was the revered Lycan Queen. I was just a pathetic waste, waiting to die.

All these will not last, no matter how hard I try. I want her as my Queen, but deep down, I know our relationship is a lost cause. Cursed from heaven. Others are aware of this, yet they gather together —inside my Mansion with music and food and chants of joy— to celebrate her Coronation, when they know of the past, and can predict the future; she will be dead in a few months. It will not last. This is not the first time I am crowning her as my Queen, and this most likely will not be the last time I will crown her as my Queen.