His Lost Queen Annie Whipple Novels & Stories

“And? It’s weird, but it ain’t that weird. When I get a place of my own, I’m not interested in hanging pictures of myself or of anyone or anything.” My head straight, I glare up at the nitrous-blue sky. “Then should or go grimmer and remind you of Hilda’s threats.” “And that’s all they were, threats,” Atticus blocks. “She’s just bitter because she hasn’t gotten laid since world war two.” “Atticus!” I chide, and a stunned smile pastes itself on my face. “What? She’s like a hundred years old and she’s still serving the Apions like their monarchs. It’s clear that she doesn’t have kids and whatever family she had must be gone by now.”

As cruel as it may seem, when you're a werewolf, you don't live for yourself; you live to follow rules. Lost in my thoughts, I was when guess who spoke. "I still can't believe that someone like her could pass the Queen's ritual... Anyway, now that she's a royal family member, perhaps you should start thinking about teaching your mate some manners... She looks more like a common person than a future queen," the Queen murmured in her usual arrogant manner but was interrupted by Damien. "The 'her' you're speaking about has a name, and it's Laura. As for her attitude, I see nothing wrong with her. She is perfect the way a queen should be."

(Come to me, my woman. " Come Eliza, I will Listen to you My Queen " I smile because I know that everything's going to be okay now. I'm safe as long as I'm with Cesar and he will listen to me.I scramble to my feet, holding my large stomach in my hands. Suddenly, I hear a cry of anger and pain floods my system. I'd been whipped. One single Belle Chester Man wanted his vengeance. The barbed leather raked across my back, my smooth skin quickly becoming mangled and bloody. I cry out in pain. I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding everywhere. I don't see when the

I say to them as I cut up the ribs and place some on my plate, along with potato salad and some veggies. They bark in agreement as I take a bite of food and think to myself. “Alright, you can be Florence,” I say, pointing to the one on my right who got a wound on his side. “And you can be Barton.” I finish, pointing to the one on my left with a wound on his chest. They huff, seemingly not knowing what to think of the names if their frowning expressions are anything to go by. “Hey, you should be honored. You’re named after two of the most admirable people in nursing history, Florence Nightingale and Clara Barton.” I explain proudly in between bites.

I leaned my forehead against the cold glass and whispered, “You’ll regret this, Dante Moretti.” Outside, the wind howled against the building like a promise. And somewhere, deep in my chest, something new was born. Not the girl who loved him. Not the girl who begged. But the woman who would burn his world to the ground.

Even guilt. But not this. Not a blank wall dressed like a woman. Annie Yin was a ghost wearing the face of a memory Judith couldn’t kill. She had stolen the air from the gala, the attention from her husband, and now, in this cold bathroom, she was stealing the truth. Judith’s voice cracked. “He doesn’t even see me anymore.” Annie’s gaze at her with pity— barely. “Then maybe that’s not about me.” Judith laughed bitterly, swiping under her eye. “Of course it is. You were the fire he never put out.”

After a brief silence, Willow said, "Annie, you've been with me for five years now, haven't you? Once Insight goes public, you won't need to accompany me for all this socializing anymore. You're a young woman—you should have a life of your own. I'll give you 5% of the company's original shares." Annie's eyes reddened. "What are you talking about, Ms. Harper? I've always been by your side for these things." When they arrived and started wining and dining, Annie realized she'd underestimated the situation. Everyone in Padstow could hold their liquor, and she was no match for them. They were all enthusiastic, too. She was worried she'd be unable to help Willow fend them off if she were to get d

Anna sighed, looking at Naomi from the corner of her eye. "When Jack picked up Miss Queenie, she lost her memory. Over the years, Jack has been trying his best to retrieve her memory, to help her find her family. Earlier, that hope was right in front of him. However, because of today's accident, hope has turned into despair. Jack cares about Queenie very much, so he must be very upset." Anna deliberately blurred the truth and blamed Naomi for the woman's natural death. Between these words, Naomi felt the guilt of indirect murder on her back!

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

When I turn to look at Dangelo, he is sitting on my bed, looking out of it. I sit on the chair in front my mirror and wait for him to speak. I am not by any means inexperienced in this field. Many of my men came to me sometimes for advice and even just to talk and let out their feelings. Since I am a woman they were never really too concerned about my reaction to their moment of weaknesses. They should have been; some of those very men almost brought my organization down. "Your brother....I mean Dwayne killed my wife." he suddenly whispers. My eyes widen and then realization dawned on me. I've been wearing the clothes of his dead wife.