He Called Me His Queen Novels & Stories

Of course he did. He paused. Then he took them anyway, his palms wrapping around mine, steady and warm as he stood up slowly, bringing me with him. My knees didn’t want to hold me. “You will behave,” he said, low and hard, “like the queen you’re about to become.” It landed like a slap. A quiet, blistering one. My breath hitched again, my mind reeling. Queen? The word barely made sense in my mouth. I wasn’t royal anymore. I wasn’t strong. I wasn’t anything like the women I’d seen all my life before my parents were killed.

His voice’s soft and calm. “I’d really thought that you’re dead my Queen” He added as he marched towards me and slowly turn around. Damn it’s him. “Wynn?” I murmured. He smiled and nodded. “Yes, It’s me your future King” I was surprised as I hear him say that. Manigas siya pero hindi niya ako mapipilit na pakasalan siya, kung hindi yun nangyari noon, hindi rin mangyayari ngayon.

I couldn’t call her by her name out loud. “Cat got your tongue and you can’t talk!” She fired at me. I spun around and faced her. “I’ll do as you have said.” I avoided anything that would make me call her Bianca and she seems to get on with my thoughts. “Well call me Queen! I want to hear those words from you!” She threatens. I lift my eyes and met her sharp stares. “What would you say?” “Yes, My Queen.” “Good, you filthy rag.” She grins brightly.

"Did you just call me an ugly bully?" He titters. "Ugly is an complement." I gasp. "What!" I cross my hands across my chest and glare at him. I feign anger. "You're now mad at me?" "Don't talk to me..." "Queen!" "My name is Camilla..." He narrows his eyes at me. "Queen?" I glance sideways, not looking at him. "Come on Queen... Smile for me now... Smile for your king..." I try to contain a laugh. I'm not smiling. He called me an ugly bully.

They look at each other and I furrow my brows. "You're sure he won't banish us or some shit if he finds you here?" Berry asks and I look at him. "No. No he won't because then I sure as hell am not going back to him." I tell them before laying back. "Okay." "That's crazy man. You are the next Queen." Berry says and I can tell that he is baked. "Ehh." We just chill from there on. Berry had rolled more joints and by now, we've probably smoked 15 of them.

I blurted, my fingers still gripping the edge of the door. “What is that?” “Your ladyship,” he answered without missing a beat. I groaned under my breath. “Can you stop calling me that?” “I can’t,” he said with quiet conviction. “You are the queen of this empire. I will never disrespect you by calling you anything less.” Queen. That word hit me like a stone in the chest. Just a few days ago, I was sobbing in my car over Ethan. Now I’m standing in a mafia castle, being called queen?

"You're amazing, my queen." What? Did he just…did he just call me his queen? Was he finally acknowledging me as the Queen? "I'm really sorry," he bowed. "I was wrong. You're not a fool. Just a bit uninformed, but that gave me no right to judge you. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm still gonna ask anyway. Please forgive me." I was speechless. First, he called me his queen. And now he was apologizing, and he did sound genuine. Was this all a dream?

And so, I shook his hand to bring him back to the present. He blinked as his Adam’s apple moved up and down. “You said you needed my help, Mi Reina?” He asked me, softly Mi Reina(My Queen)? I knew this was just an act but this was the second time he was calling me Queen and again, it sounded so pleasing to my ears. I pouted and then whined. “She’s been wasting my time. She still won’t tell me who made her do it.” His gaze suddenly turned fierce as he turned to look at Sofia.

With his eyes down and his hand over his chest, he fell to one knee. He turned to face me and said, "My Queen, your army is waiting." Everything came to a halt. The wind. The foliage. My breath. "What did you call me just now?" I said. He declared, "You are the Crimson Line's Queen Mother." "And its future lies with her." I tightened my grip on my kid. In her sleep, she shifted slightly and then smiled. I said, "I'm not a queen." "This is not what I asked for."

I said quietly. His eyes immediately darkened, “Well, you are my queen now, mojito.”