Novel & Cerita His Lost Queen Belle And Grayson

He wondered what had caused it but before he could think more into it, his father cleared his throat and began talking. “Ladies and gentlemen of Redwood, I have gathered you here today to announce my resignation as king of the Lycans. My son-,” he pointed towards Royce, who smiled nervously, “will be taking over my position in the next few days and I hope that you will all show him the same respect and loyalty that you have given me over the past forty years.” Immediately following his speech, the king began coughing uncontrollably and Royce noticed him starting to collapse. “Father, I’ve got you,” he said as he pulled his father’s arm over his shoulder. Royce looked out over the crowd as he

I was the performance. The heels on my feet clicked against the marble floor with steady rhythm, my black silk dress gliding around me like smoke. My hair was pinned up, exposing the sharp lines of my jaw—the same face Dante Moretti used to touch with careless fingers. I wasn’t that girl anymore. The one who had looked at him like he was the sun. Now, I was the storm that followed after. “Breathe,” Sofia murmured from behind me, her sharp eyes sweeping the room as she handed me a champagne flute. “Your game face is perfect, but your fingers are too tight.”

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

A small smile spread on my face amidst my pain. "Anybody that challenges her and loses is not fit to live" Thane growled out. I heard her scream and turned just in time to see him rip out her heart. He tossed her lifeless body and her heart away and marched towards me. He lifted me into his arms. "All Hail The Queen" a voice shouted. "All Hail The Queen" the crowd chorused. I shut my eyes in exhaustion and he blurred us out of the field and into the castle.

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

After dinner, I joined Thomas on the back porch as our parents talked in the living room. "What happened to you at the lake? You suddenly disappeared." "Oh. I just decided to take a walk home." "By yourself?" "I just wanted some alone time." "Well I'm glad you're okay." "I actually want to talk to you about something." "What is it?" "I know that there is something..strange going on." "What do you mean?" "I'm talking about the beast." Thomas's expression turned serious. "Oh. That." "What is it?" "Things have changed since you left."

“So this is where he is huh?” Amber asked as she came out of the car and stared at the building, the building was beautifully decorated and the two ladies were also well dressed for the occasion of the party. Both were wearing black dressed that reached their knee, Ashley’s dress was sleeveless while Amber’s was not. Ashley’s hairs were open and she looked stunning in the light makeup that she had done while Amber had tied a bun. Ashley spoke, “according to Rafale, the mother fucker is attending a party here.”

Grayson stood in stunned silence for a moment, then without hesitation, he hastily pursued Belle along the ground rather than opting for the treetops. Upon reaching the end of the island, Grayson found Belle already standing barefoot on the beach, gazing out to the sea. She sensed his arrival and turned around with a bright smile. "You lost, Grayson." Grayson was lost in thought as he stared at her. The sea breeze tousled her hair, disarranging her ponytail to the front, and allowing her bangs to dance in the wind. Against the backdrop of the vast sea, her silhouette resembled a beautiful painting, evoking a strong desire within Grayson to protect her.

Using the confusion and debris blocking everyone’s vision, the Mngwa who had first attacked Jackie grabbed the leader and fled, disappearing into the night. Jackie growled in frustration but knew chasing them alone was suicide. She turned to Laura and Luke, and suddenly, the room tilted as her adrenaline drained, and pain began to swallow her whole. She clutched her bleeding stomach, and her knees started to turn to jelly under the weight of her body. Luke’s arms were around her before she hit the ground. His voice, frantic and urgent, barely broke through the ringing in her ears. “Jackie! Stay with me! Mon Petit Chaton, I’m here.”

Clarissa would be the star. “I can’t do anything about this Belle. The producers and the sponsors had made their choice. Clarissa was their top and only choice.” Benny tried to calm Ysabella who came rushing to his office. “Why can’t you?” Ysabella was furious. “I am sure there are ways to convince these people to change their minds and choose me. “But Belle, the contract had been signed. And honestly, I wasn’t happy too but I didn’t have a choice. I tried to persuade them that you were the best but they wanted someone new,” Benny explained.