From Pawn To Queen Novel Novels & Stories

She pushes her hand underneath her gown, and slips past her panties, thrusting into her hard. The sleeping guards wake up at the sound of movement, their eyes widening when they see the Queen standing before them. “Your Highness,” they both bow their heads. “Take me to the merchant,” Yuelan orders. The guards turn silently and lead her further into the prison. At Master Chang’s cell, they open the lock and let the Queen inside. Master Chang sits facing the wall. At the sound of his opening, he whirls around with an anxious expression, thinking it is the guards coming back to beat him.

"I was hoping you were going to wake up if I made noise hard enough. I don't know how to cook to save my life" Nice tactics, I mused in my head before glaring at him. I slid down from the stool and walked over to the burner, grabbing the pan out of his hand as I did so. Breakfast was ready in thirty minutes and I was happily nibbling on my stripped bacon When Kane asked, "Do you think she's alright?" "He wouldn't hurt her", I responded almost immediately, knowing his worries and concerns were all for Dalia. I was worried too. We had grown up together too and now a contract had bound her to the king of vampires in our city.

He was rewriting the rules of the game—and this time, Zaya wasn’t the queen. She was the pawn.

If taking down Darren’s fiancee's family meant dismantling her stepmother’s empire, could she really afford to say no? Emery closed her eyes processing her thoughts. “No,” she said firmly, standing up. “I’m not interested in being your pawn.” “Pawn?” Darren echoed, his voice laced with amusement. “You’re no pawn, Emery. You’re the queen. And if you play your cards right, you could win the whole board.” What a crazy joke! She shot him a glare, but her resolve was beginning to waver. “Stepping all over others to gain power makes me no different from Margaret.” She blurted.

She thought of her father’s watchful eyes, of Thane’s warning, of Kael’s desperate resolve. And she thought of Darius—already far from Mooncrest, riding the dark roads with shadows clinging to him like a cloak. She pressed her palm against the cold glass, a vow unspoken on her lips. She would not be Garron’s pawn. She would not be anyone’s pawn. This time, she would be the one moving the pieces. The queen on the board. And gods help anyone who tried to stop her.

"Why would the King kill the Emperor? And what does this have to do with me? Why did I see this vision?" "Because that medallion belonged to Emperor Aurelius," Rowan said quietly. "I took it from the ruins of the Imperial palace. The King sent me there when I was barely trained, still broken from watching my own pack burn. He made me walk through what was left and told me to take whatever I wanted as payment," His voice was hollow. "It was the only thing I found that wasn't covered in blood or ash." I looked at the medallion again, and something inside me ached. "If Aurelius was the Wolf Emperor, and he had daughters, and they died in the attack—"

I looked in to see a picture of a man walking confidently before a group of black-suited men with dark shades on, but somehow he stood out. There was this pride radiating from that face. "You need money to treat Aunt Constance Lily, " he tapped the picture, "you have to get married to him." *** Alright I know this is a new book and some of you will be mad at me for not completing the other. But this one has been written down and it's far ahead, so I promise it won't disturb the other. Hugs and kisses. And I deserve all of the curses, so sorry.

There is no alternative. I shook my head and my discomfort pricked me. I cannot... somebody who puts his life in danger of mine? I... I don't even know them. I can't ask that of anyone." “You do not have a choice,” Rowan said. “It is not a question of asking; it is a matter of survival. You are queen now, Auri. You must act accordingly." I heaved a sigh and leaned against the bed in an attempt to wrap my head around it. "When will I meet this knight?"

"The victory was this. You and me. Standing in the wreckage." I closed my eyes, feeling safe, feeling loved, feeling powerful. The dark rites of Blackwood University were over. The savage games had ended. I was no longer the pawn. I was the Queen. And I was holding the King’s heart in the palm of my hand. End of Book One THE END.

She walked inside. The game, as she had said once before, on a stage with unsigned papers and two thousand witnesses, was not over. It was just beginning. End of Book One Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk Book Two: The Queen's War — coming soon.