From Substitute To Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

Instead, I redirected my steps towards the queen. As I entered the grand room, the queen turned her attention towards her, a warm smile gracing her regal features. Approaching me, she gently cupped her face, a gesture filled with affection and pride. "My dear, tomorrow marks the day of your mating ceremony with Axel," the queen announced, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and tenderness. "After that, you will officially become my daughter, and our kingdom will rejoice in your union."

I brought a hand to my stomach and sighed, "what title does Quade hold? I mean, have you seen his mark?" My father nodded curtly, shifting his attention to Quade, "A King title is higher than a Queen's. It's only the natural order of things. As a she-wolf, you already hold the Luna of Luna's title and because of your wolf, you hold the Alpha of Alpha's title as well. With you holding both titles, Quade has none. Hence his mark. However, as your mate, he can attend meetings. We cannot call him a King, not when in actuality you have a higher ranking than him."

The Queen asked, unusually, with a soft voice. "But a prophecy always fulfills itself," Allura said, "No matter what." "That's why I'm doing all these." The Queen said with a deep frown, "I'm replacing the King with a Queen. The Kingdom, will be in the hands of witches from now on."

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

But there were so many things to consider so, as much as I wanted to give in, I stepped back a let the cold draft snap me back to reality. Disappointment flickered in his gaze before burning out like the last remaining embers of a flame. I wanted to apologize but that seemed like a foolish thing to do. "When you're Queen," he began in a voice so firm, it sounded as if he believed every word that left his blush pink lips, "you'll rule fairly. You'll protect your people. You've already proven what lengths you can go to to make sure your people live the lives they deserve." "That is if they accept me as Queen," I muttered under my breath.

Your ears picked up on my words right away and reacted. In response to the elderly woman's comments, Esme let out a giddy laugh, but she did not break her expectant gaze. _My youngest son looks just like you. Your hair and eyes are the only things that set you apart. He has eyes fit for a king. "He looks just like me? What exactly is an eye of royalty? Is it because of the colour that it was called that?" _Purple is the colour of royalty. And yes, the two of you are a mirror image of each other. It would be extremely difficult to differentiate the two of you if you stood next to each other and covered your eyes.

" “I want everyone to know that I have you, Aaron Samuel, as my brother. I have a girl in school who is always looking down on me and I want her to know that she is not even close to my level. I just want to show her what I'm made of" "Of course! Whatever the Queen want" I turned my head and looked at him. I swear, I didn't expect him to say that. How couldn't he not see that this is wrong? no, that's a really bad idea. Here she gets support instead of advice. I can't believe these two. "So I promise...I'll drive you to school on Monday morning." He told her. "No you're not. and your job?" I asked him. "Work can wait, Alvira. This princess is more important. We have to teach the little girl

Eyes are like a stone that has no emotions. " You will marry that son of Williamson. Mrs. Williamson had already chosen one for him. I have already taken care of the girl. You have to appear as the girl. Don't worry. Use your real name. Your information will be locked. You have to gain his trust. Enter his company and give me all the information I will ask for. Did you understand?" Alisha nods. She laughs at her luck that she is going to be another substitute. This time she would be a wife directly.

’’ A familiar squeaky voice drawled beside her and she wasn’t surprised to see Brianna Foster and Marione Bridges. Brianna was the school’s resident queen bee and a bank heiress, she’s recently engaged to an oncologist. She has a loud mouth and is overly dramatic. Marione on the other hand was a staunch follower, always trailing behind Brianna like some stray puppy. She’s a successful model and the newest endorser for the Four-Clover beauty products–a subsidiary of the fashion company owned by Jake Calloway. ‘’Hello to you too Brianna.’’ Van dropped sourly. ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’

I held her gaze with my chin tilted and my gaze focused. “I’m a Ravenfield, the rightful Alpha of that pack, of my home. I will lead them and care for them just like my father taught me. I will also be Queen because I have a partner who’s willing to help me, who’s comfortable and happy with me being my own person. I will do both because both are my birthrights, and no one will tell me otherwise.”