Novel & Cerita He Called Me His Queen

I never thought we’d ever get to this point. “Everything’s going to be okay,” I whisper. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He glances at me, and for a moment the edges of his expression soften and his lips twitch. He squeezes my hand, his thumb brushing the back of my knuckles. “I know, how can I be afraid when my mate is a queen?” The word ‘queen’ lands heavily, but I push it down. I don’t know about you, but there is just something about a man calling you his queen.

As his voice became deeper and thick with tension I was already squirming as by the time he finished he had almost dragged me to his lap. Things were becoming much heated than I had anticipated and to distract my mind from unholy images I blurted the first thing that came to my mind, “Will you never call me Thia?” Hearing my question, he looked confused for a second then slowly shook his head and finally replied in his deep dark voice “Never. You are Cynthia the to be queen. Thia is just a girl and Cynthia is mine. My mate, my everything.” The room was still dark and that was making this interaction between us much more serious and seductive.

I took a deep breath before I walked up the stairs and joined him. “Peter this is my mate Delilah,” he said pulling me closer. “Delilah this is our Beta Peter.” “Nice to meet you.” “Likewise Queen,” he said smiling. I am not a Queen, but I am not going to make this weird, I know Micah will make sure he knows I don’t want to be called Queen, even if he doesn’t I don’t mind. I should get used to being called that because if Micah is going to be King, then I guess that makes me Queen.

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

And she placed hers in his, "Eva." "A beautiful name, and why am I not surprised?" he raised her knuckles and kissed it, albeit still peering at her face. Salvatore felt himself cringe, which became irritation quickly when he saw her glancing at him with a raised brow and upturned lips, and he darted his eyes to the wall immediately. She laughed, "That's very nice of you, but I kinda know that already," Victor mumbled, "I'll be shocked if you don't," he gave a lopsided smile, "Just amazed there's no crown on your head, Queen."

Yanyan is so short-tempered but overprotective when it comes to me. “Btw, when are you going to visit here? I'm sure they'll be happy when they see you, Queen.” he added. I was shocked because he called me Queen. I miss who I used to be. I smiled. “Coming soon.” I said with a smile even though he couldn't see. “All right, goodbye. I'll just call again.” I smiled and goodbye. “Bye, Queen. Be careful there, always take care of yourself. Always remember, you're strong.” he was saying goodbye to me.

As a young woman, I had my intimacy with his youth, which I believed would serve me as my ever-lasting memory. “Leave him, leave him, or I’ll steal you away as my Queen,” I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him again, yet I knew he meant his words. A knock on the door stopped us both. As we looked at the door, my thick white hair fell over my sweating chest, “who calls?” I asked in authority. I was still Queen. “My Queen, your King wishes you to visit his chambers this instant,” came the voice of his favorite servant. My heart sank.

Why are they still outside my building? The answer arrived in a few seconds as if he was waiting for my text. 'And I said they won't go anywhere, cuore mio. I need my queen to be safe.' Cursing at his stubbornness, I threw the phone on my couch. Queen my ass! Something burned inside my chest as I remembered his words from that night four days ago. How dare he call me his queen when his heart clearly belonged to someone else?

I automatically covered my eyes so that I could no longer stare at his hot physique as I yells, "I really don't understand why I'm here! What do you need from me, Adam?!" And he answered, "You played as the white queen and you beat the black queen. That means you are a queen." I felt him grab my arm and pull me closer to him. His warm breath hit my ear while whispering hoarsely, "I want you to be my queen, wit dear."

My lungs were screaming. “Listen, if you’re going to be my mate, you’re going to have to talk to me. Unless you’re mute. A mute queen would pose an interesting challenge.” I’m not mute, I’m dying! “Honestly, this is ridiculous. How about your name? I’ll start. I’m Trick, Vampire King. And you are? Listen, I need to know what to call my queen.” Queen? It was the last word I heard before I lost consciousness.