Novel & Cerita God Save The Prom Queen

Heavy. “What happened?” she asks. No greeting. No pretense. She already understands enough to fear the answer. I walk further into the room, my gaze briefly catching on the fabrics prepared. The colors chosen with care. The intricate patterns meant to celebrate joy. For a wedding. Kiana’s wedding. I look away. “He will help us,” I say. The Queen exhales softly, relief flickering across her face before she can stop it. “Then it is done,” she says. “We can continue preparations. The ceremony will remain unchanged.”

“Well… that was because I found out that my father loved his whiskey girl, so I had to marry you to get to him.” The Alpha loved me? How? But then… it isn’t totally unbelievable. I can somehow feel it, even though I convince myself that he wouldn’t. Not with the Queen and his whores in the picture. “I noticed the way he looked at you, the way he protected you. You think I saved you from drowning after Delilah pushed you in? No… it was my father. He saved you. I just took the credit for it… He had to run off because he was getting hard from your naked body.”

The voice on the other end replied calmly, "It may already be too late." Across the city, Noah received an email from the video restoration specialist. Subject: Recovered Frame. Attached was a single enhanced image. The face was still blurred. But dangling from the hooded figure's hand... was a familiar silver keychain.

She’s the third and final cheer captain. Boys drool over her and fall at her feet. She’s the second most popular girl after Kylie. Samantha’s biggest belief is that the cheer captain and the quarterback belong together. Hence why she is always all over and constantly trying to get with Daniel. Samantha is a gorgeous brunette with brown eyes. She always has acrylics and would never walk out of her house in anything other than a dress or skirt. Samantha King is that girl. Hence why I’m not a fan of her.

I turned around and grabbed her by the wrist. "Let me go. I hate you Damion. Why did you do that? I hate you." She was still struggling to get away from me so I bent down and threw her over my shoulder. She was kicking and screaming and I was loving every moment of it. She was only sixteen though and I would never do anything to her. Not until she was of age. Present day.. She's of age now Damion now what? Are you just going to sit and watch her from a distance because that's what you promised. I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch.

“But you’re still just a weak little thing trying to pretend she matters.” Ruvan snarled beside her, but Elira raised a hand. “No,” she said. “Let me.” She dismounted and stepped into the clearing. Kael’s magic flared, crimson and black. “You came to die?” “No,” she said. “I came to end this.” He lunged. And she was ready. He struck with a burst of raw power—wild, angry, unfocused. She dodged left, rolled, rose behind him, and blasted him with a shield of light conjured from the queen’s amulet. It struck him in the chest and sent him flying back into the ruins.

“Or someone to save me from your cruelty.” He grinned at that slow and cruel grin that made my heart race. "You'll thank me one day." I said nothing. He turned his back, walking to the table. Picked up the napkin. I held my breath. But it was clean, I'd swapped it with another. He poured himself tea, like this was any normal afternoon. “You’ll be attending a gathering in a few days. Our allies in Naples are expecting you to smile like a good little wife.” I smirked. “Will there be more wine cellars at this one?”

"If you get carried away again and let this happen, I will have no other choice but to terminate the mission and send someone else who can do it better." Anne's eyes widened at the threat. The queen nodded, staring directly into her eyes, and Anne's eyes returned to normal. She shook her head slowly. "Mother, please... You don't need to send another mermaid to Earth to do this. I can handle it," Anne pleaded. The queen took a deep breath, her anger still evident. "I will say this again: the werewolves are not your enemies. Stay a million kilometers away from Yvonne Brooks, or..." The queen's voice trailed off, her rage palpable.

Trent Mercer, my rich-kid roommate, stumbled through the door late at night. He was half-dragging Raven Cross, the campus queen, who had passed out cold. "Hey, Skye," Trent sneered, reeking of cheap tequila, "This one's a real catch. I'm feeling generous, so you get first dibs." I turned down my three roommates’ “generous offer.” Instead, I quietly set up a hidden camera, angling it directly toward the bed. This was my third life, after all. In my first life, I played the hero. I stepped in and saved Raven, only for her to turn around and accuse me of sexual assault. I died in prison long before I ever saw my release date. In my second life, I turned a blind eye. I ignored them and went

"Come on, man. Who among them do you want to be your queen?" Jace glanced at me. "Only my girlfriend gets to be my queen." I smiled, pleased, and watched them back off quietly. As everyone turned their attention toward the stage, I held his hand tighter. Maybe everything really would be okay. As long as Jace and I are determined to, we could handle anything. Harvard or London, it doesn't matter. The announcer tapped the microphone. "All right, everyone! It's time to announce this year's Prom King and Prom Queen!"