Novel & Cerita Homecoming Queen: Watch Her Take Control

She sat down and made a baby face. "Y..you are very bad....you don't let another person to l..live their life. Y..you try to control eve..everyone" Everyone around us was enjoying this drama. "What? Is there any show going on? Just mind your own business." I shouted and people started to move. I held her from one of her elbows and tried to make her stand. But she is really very stubborn, so I have to literally drag her off the floor. "Aiennnn....leave me...I don't want to go anywhere...I said leave my HAND" She thrashed her hands and legs here and there.

Nash informed. “What is happening?” the voice asked. “I did what you asked, now touch me and let me touch you,” the man growled. “I will be anything for you, Luna…” “Sure, I will touch you, after all, a promise is a promise, but I didn’t promise where I will touch you,” I spoke as I walked up to him, “And I am not Luna…” I growled as I extended my claws and pressed them right where he was pushing a blade on my mate’s throat. “I am a Queen… I am the Alpha Queen…”

" I glanced around and everyone's attention was glued to the PA system, except for some few who acted bored by the speech and would rather the speech ended so they could go about their normal business. "Raynard Stormwind." I so desperately wanted to smile when I heard that name but the eyes that turned to Stare at me had me keeping it together. "Jeremiah Hoffman." A girl scoffed beside me, "Wrong choice." "And the nominees for the homecoming queens are, Emem yonas." About 20 of the girls in the locker room turned to look at me. Foluke wasn't lying and I'm sure that wherever she was, she was grinning. "Our ruling queen, Mitchell ."

Vance seized the fractional window, throwing his shoulder forward to hurl the destabilized beast off his flank. I vaulted over the central stone brazier, my movements fluid, majestic, and unbothered by the leaden pressure of the room. My newly restored silver signet ring cast long, aggressive shadows against the bone pillars as I closed the distance between myself and the thrall. My jaw tightened into that stubborn, independent alignment that had carried me through the ruins of King Richard's regime. I was the High Queen. I was the Lock. And I had returned to the flesh to reclaim my kingdom. Reaching inside the silk lining of my dark sleeve, my fingers locked around the freezing metal of Mor

Every servant in the keep knew that. I motioned for the guard to check it, my hand instinctively going to the dagger at my hip. He stepped past me, pushed the door open wider, and went still. "Princess," he said, his voice tight. "You should see this." I walked over slowly. Someone had left something on the back step, half-hidden in the shadow of the doorframe. It was a small wooden box, the same size and shape as the one I'd carried out of Julian's apartment weeks ago, the one holding my royal seal and identity papers.

She start off by having a small talk then proceed to open the card. "Oohh...I think you all already know who's the queen is. Bianca Sterling!" We all clapped whereas I didn't bother to do so. "Okay next for the homecoming king...Liam Smith!" A loud cheers erupt from the crowds but mostly from his basketball team. They place the crown on their heads and a sash on their shoulders. "Now it's time for the king and queen dance!"

…Right? She hurried across the courtyard, planning to vanish behind a fountain. Only then did I breathe again. My fingers trembled; I curled them tight. “Relax,” I whispered. “He didn’t sleep with her. He wouldn’t ruin everything for her.” But something still clawed under my ribs. I needed to regain control. And then, like the universe adored me, two Healer Academy girls walked past the end of the hall deep in gossip. One of them had a sharp little chin, a too-proud ponytail, and that pathetic Beta-daughter entitlement that made her easy to manipulate.

It was something not even my unfettered access to her thoughts could determine. With everyone gathered, Maise was quick to bring the meeting to order. Her innate ability to step into her role as queen was mesmerizing to watch, and made it easy for me to step back. Never once had this woman seen herself as weak and small and below me. Never once had she given me the opportunity to control her, and I didn't want it. Well. Not in situations like this, anyway. "Bram," she called. "You start."

She saunters up to my locker, shutting it as she leans haughtily against it with her arms folded across her chest in such a way that she presses her breasts together to give herself more cleavage. “Morning, new girl,” she says to me, then looks at Nancy with a smirk. “Morning, Cow.” Nancy frowns, placing her hand on her hip. “What do you want, Donna?” she says. Donna clenches her jaw angrily. “I heard you think you have what it takes to be homecoming queen. I’ll tell you what, though: there’s no way in hell that you’re gonna get it. Everyone knows that I’m going to be homecoming queen this year, just like last year and the year before.”

"She becomes the most powerful Blood Queen in history, but she will also carry the weight of everything that power represents." "And if she doesn't?" "Then the seal collapses, the Blood Rage escapes, and everyone within a hundred miles will be destroyed." I closed my eyes. The warmth in my chest surged as the heartbeat pounded. The golden energy in the chamber pulsed, calling directly to me. Take it, a voice whispered. Take the power. Become what you were meant to be. I opened my eyes. The Blood Queen was watching me with an unreadable expression. "I can't control it," I said.