His Lost Queen Belle And Grayson Novels & Stories

And if the Van Tessins risked losing it all, what was sacrificing one man to save their kingdom? “Leo, I didn’t want to believe it at first either. But it makes sense. Courtney told them where to get Grayson alone. She has done shit to get him back because she has no money. The Van Tessins are broke. This way she gets everything Leo. And Grayson out of the way for good.” Her watch chimed. Amber unlocked the screen. It was a message from a private number so it would be harder to trace. Not that it mattered as she knew where it came from. The Head Goddess had come through.

Fortunately, she declined the drinks. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ Prem was having a good time with the girls while they were fighting over money with the groom. Why would anyone pay 51,000 for shoes when he could buy ten pairs for the same price? My butterfly was having a great time with that. She was beaming and giggling like a child. She has a million-dollar grin. She kept pulling her lehenga down, and I noticed she was wearing those shoes.

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.

A photograph from me means one thing: remove the problem. And they will. I take another sip of whiskey, the amber burn sliding down my throat as I keep my expression cool, calm, unreadable. Around me, people laugh, clink glasses, cheer for the newlyweds. Elena is somewhere in this room, probably still shaken, trying to stitch herself together and play the part of the bridesmaid again. She won’t see me make a move. But Billards will feel it. By the time tonight ends, he’ll know exactly what it means to cross Rowan Blackwood.

"His one true mate. My sister." My breath hitched as the words sank in. The betrayal wasn't just a cut, it was a total dismemberment. Dren didn't just want to walk, he wanted the fairy tale. The bond that our bitter marriage could never provide. Kaelen inched back, a smirk playing on his lips. "And you see, in order for him to have her, you have to be out of the way. Legally, pack wise...and physically," He shrugged. "So I helped him with that. I'm sorry, I just had to. It's a shame though," he frowns. "You helped him build the empire, and now he no longer wants the architect."

- Demetria tried another argument, but Cassius only waved his hand. - We will stay with you for as long as you need us. I will personally choose the people for your council. - But...- The girl tried to argue, but she was interrupted by Elena. ~ Enough. You will be a perfect queen. Believe in yourself. That is our destiny. We are protectors.~ Her beast growled in her mind, stretching her wings and releasing her aura. Demetria looked at her mother and nodded slowly. Three days later. Coronation.

she rasped out. That smile of his was infuriating. It was sexy as fuck. His thrusts were powerful, yet still unbearably slow. Denying her. He was still the fucking king. “Tell me how you want it Amber.” “Without mercy. Please,” she uttered. Grayson slammed inside her and fulfilled the wish of his true queen. He filled her over and over again. Made her whole, then shattered her into thousands of pieces as her body exploded. A queen never begged or bowed, except to her king…

The toxic chemicals Davey was in the practice of using could easily blow up if it came into contact with an explosive. “Just so long as we’re all on the same page,” she said, gazing through the windshield as they flew through an intersection and began heading into the rural and winding roads of Bellevue. Layla leaned forward, draping her arms around the driver’s and passenger’s seat, as she spoke up over the wind. “That was one hell of a dress you were wearing.” Alarmed, Mira glanced at her, but holding Layla’s gaze was too rattling. “Dress?” asked Carter.

“Our empire is waiting for you. You need to rule our people and prove your worth as our daughter. I already had enough of you tainting our names. I don't want you to live in this kind of place anymore.” I had goosebumps hearing how controlling she sounded on end at her cold and dangerous speech. The coldness is still there, it actually never left. The name Queen Lady Santiago stands for coldness. And me being her daughter doesn’t excuse me for being treated as if I am her possession and not a child she reared for twenty years. Not even when I lost my child made her change one bit. She made no room for me to grieve because she immediately sent me to her office to train me.

“Am I the one you should be apologizing to?” The werewolf looks up in surprise before realization strikes him, making him turn his attention on me. “I’m sorry, Lady Belle. It won’t happen again.” First mistress and now lady... The way he bowed and showed me genuine respect caught me off guard. “T-That’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” “Seems like Belle is the Mafia queen, isn’t she?” Celine snickers while whispering to Marian. I don’t know what kind of humor she’s playing, but I guess it must not be appropriate in the situation since Marian cast a glare in Celine’s direction.