He Called Me His Queen Novels & Stories

Rider asked, and I could feel the slight tremble in his body from how angry he already was. I gulped nervously, knowing my following words would send him over the edge, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for his reaction. “He called me his queen,” I whispered. “HE WHAT?” Rider roared and was on his feet within a fraction of a second. “You promised not to—” I started, but he quickly cut me off. “Tell me exactly what he said," he demanded, and I sighed in defeat—so much for not overreacting. “He said something about a true queen and a true king meant to rule as one. He also talked about the power we would share,” I admitted.

He either had to be very strong, or I'm going back home carrying a man with a broken spine. “What fate? Or destiny?" I manage to breathe as most of the water showers in my head and clothes. As if they weren't wet enough. “ You and me fated to each other. You're destined to be my queen. The throne awaits you my darling” " What kind of nonsense is this? What you're saying doesn't make any sense. Why do you keep calling me your queen? “ I question very frustrated at him, because he sounds as though he's speaking in parables. Only designed to make me more confused.

At least, we weren't drunk since we drank just a little of the wine. I don't drink alcohol, so I just took a little of it. We sat together on the sofa in the room. "Happy birthday my queen," he said. Why did he call me his queen? "Why did you call me your queen?" I asked. "Because, that is what you are, my love," and he kissed me. I kissed him back immediately. I poured every feeling I have for him into the kiss. He moaned in my mouth. I also moaned in his mouth.

I smiled softly watching him heave out a breath of relief, "Where are Nadei and Nial? I wanna see them too." "Well, let's go get them, shall we?" He stood up and walked. The mutual silence exchanged between us as I stared at him made me feel comforted. "Наша королева is on the phone.." He called out to my other two men. (Our queen) I bit my lip at the title he addressed me with. My heart thrummed a little too fast as he grinned at me, finding my flustered state amusing. "Cute." He shook his head, his soft golden tresses moving at the impact.

Had I broken some Lycan rule by leaving just as the Lycan King walked in? “I-I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly," I stuttered a quick apology, stepping backward at the same time. "I just needed to use the restroom," I explained further, already walking away as I spoke, not waiting around to find out the consequences of my actions. "Queen of Queens!" The man's next words made me stop in my tracks abruptly. His voice was filled with so much reverence, making me wonder if I had misheard him. Did he just call me Queen of Queens? That was the title of the Lycan King's Luna.

Me;; yeah, i know he has a lot of crushes there but he keeps telling me he hasn't found that special woman yet, i pray he does pretty soon. So what do I offer you,soft or alcohol? Queen:: soft pls, I was surprised to hear queen ask for a soft drink. Me::did I hear you well? Queen. Queen:: Of course I said any soft drink. I will not want to kill somebody's son today in his house(smiling) Me:: now I see

My voice was low from the fear that cloaked my throat, so i cleared my throat again and kept still, looking at him, though I couldn’t quite see his face, but I knew his eyes stayed on me, unreadable. “My queen….” his voice trailed off as a tear rolled down his cheeks, how could it be possible that the almighty king of this great kingdom would cry in front of a woman. Immediately closing the space between us, he hugged me tight into his arms, pressing my body against his while sniffing my neck and dropping kisses on my forehead. He never really called on me, but this night he referred to me as “My queen”, that was an odd thing but atleast i was satisfied things aren't getting out of hand.

He let out a screech when he suddenly stood a foot away from me “Oh my God! My queen, are you okay? I'm so sorry I wasn't the one that saved you! I would have preferred the screen hitting me, oh my!” He said in a high pitched tone. “Don't be dramatic, Greg. And I thought I told you to stop calling me queen,” I chuckled under my breath. “But_ but your middle name is Queen. And you said it was alright referring to you by that name?” My eyes grew wide. Who the heck names their child ‘Queen?’

he teases me and I pout. He chuckles and adds. “Well, everyone kept calling you the queen. I got a little jealous because I want to call you that.” I roll my eyes. “They call me that because I’m going to be their queen. Just like you are their king.” He looks at me. “Am I your king?” I smirk. “Nope.” His eyes darken. “I’ll make you call me that tonight.” The challenge and promise in his words makes a strong heat pool in my waist.

I told her. "Hearing from your own mouth that I'm only your queen make's my stomach flutter hubby." I turned my gaze to Ana when she said that. "If hearing that will make your stomach flutter, then from now on I will call you My Queen therefore, Me, your king will always make's you happy all the time." I calmly told her before kissing her forehead.