His Lost Queen Annie Whipple Novels & Stories

As we got closer to them, I scrutinised the woman's features, noticing that she appeared to be my mother's age or younger, her hair was banana blonde and trimmed to her shoulders, her frame was petite and she wore a tight-fitting short red velvet dress with six-inch heels while clinging to the man's side, but that her eyes were not on the man she clung to, but rather on my father. That made me mentally roll my eyes; it wasn't something new for us. Then, because they had spotted our arrival, all of their attention was drawn to Warren and me. I put on my famous charming smile and turned to face the two newcomers. "Jessica, Warren, this is Marcel Alberto and his girlfriend, Melinda," Mum introd

"You believe in that stuff?" Spotting a mockery from my mate, Primrose gave her a penetrating glare. "Of course! There are so many mysteries in this world that you miserable people can't even picture in your head. Do you even know that my ancestors were members of a guild that hunt witches? My Mom even has this worn-out journal of her great-great-grandfather recording their insane hunt." Val and I gazed at each other knowingly. Was it really a coincidence that she was abducted by Amelia of all people to present as a sacrifice in a witch ritual?

I met Candice in the living room and she had invited me to come sit with her. "You went after Annie, didn't you?" She asked, her hazel eyes staring into the depths of mine. I thought that I was completely hidden, but somehow this lady had managed to spot me. "I had to, she was acting out of line to your queen, wasn't she?" I responded as though the confrontation wasn't a personal one. "Annie is also a queen, she's Damon's second wife. You probably didn't know this since you're new here." She educated and everything began to make more sense.

Especially those who are greedy with the position, since Dean is just the nephew of Vincent King, the Vice President of King Corporation, they questioned Dean’s illegitimacy of being the CEO, and all of the opposing side is led by Director Reed. Director Reed fumed in anger after hearing how his daughter got rejected and humiliated in front of everyone. And Hannah, being a spoiled brat, didn’t really tell her father every detail. She didn’t mention that Dean’s rumored boyfriend was none other than Sean Willimas—the eldest and one of the heirs of Empire Group of Companies.

Instead, she looked past me, toward the Academy walls gleaming in the distance, as though they were echoes of another age. “You deserve to know,” Wendrah said at last, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. “Not just who I am, but what came before you.” I held still, my heart thudding. “The kingdom you are rebuilding… it is not new. Once, it stood tall. A dynasty blessed by the Moon herself, ruled by a line of wolves stronger than any since. I was sworn to them - commander of their armies, keeper of their secrets, friend and loyal servant. And when the end came, I was the one who chose betrayal.”

Then the world came for the empire, and it came the way the world always did when a king showed a soft spot: all at once, from every direction, through the crack the softness had opened. By noon on the first day, the story was in the press. Not the true story, a better one, engineered, Crowe's parting gift bled into three friendly outlets from somewhere south. Real estate magnate linked to Southside violence. Grieving law graduate held against her will. Homicide detective circling. Half of it was a lie and all of it was survivable and none of it was the thing that hollowed me out, because the thing that hollowed me out was watching Zariah read it, held against her will, over Naomi's shoulder

Not Carter, Yolanda, Nathan, or Randy. I fisted the remote control and smashed it on the television beside the bed. It stopped playing the updates about the mysterious suicidal woman, glitched until it shattered. The news confirmed my death, and they were right. Madelyn is dead.

Damon then dropped a surprise bombshell, saying, "I was thinking we should have our ceremony later tonight. Announce that you are the queen and anoint you as such." This announcement caught me off guard, and I gulped down my food, not expecting things to progress so rapidly. "Okay," I replied nervously. Damon tried to reassure me, saying, "There's no need to be nervous. My pack has been waiting for their queen for decades now, and they will be very excited to know that you've been found." I couldn't help but mutter under my breath, "The girls won't be so excited." Damon, with his heightened werewolf hearing, heard my comment and responded, "The girls will get over it, and if anyone makes tro

“Help? From me? That’s rich. What could you possibly need from *me*?” “It’s about Elizabeth,” Leo chimed in, his voice tense. “She’s gone missing.” At the mention of Elizabeth’s name, something shifted in Uncle Nick’s expression. His eyes narrowed, his lips pressing together into a tight line. For a brief moment, Zack thought he saw a flicker of anger behind those cold, dark eyes. “I see,” Uncle Nick said slowly, his voice dripping with disdain. “The little princess has gone missing again, has she? And you think I’m supposed to care?”

One of the soldiers grabbed on my cuffs and placed it on the metal, there by making it impossible to move, while my bare back is exposed as I laid on the floor. "You don't have to do this Anabelle. I believe you are different." I stared, hoping to get one last sense of logic out of her, but she seemed pretty determined. The lenght of the whip handed over to her made my entire body rock with fear. The whip was long and it's tip was divided into two, it was literally equivalent to the same whip used for horses. "Begin!" The Queen's voice, coupled with a sharp sensation brought my entire sensory system to a harsh reality; Anabelle was going to administer the whip to my bareback in the most horr