I Serve My Queen Inside Her Dreams Novels & Stories

Out of something I did not yet understand. And I found her. Or perhaps… She found me. And in that moment— As she released me— Hands still trembling. Eyes still wet. Heart still open— I knew. She was mine. Not to possess. Never to own. But to serve. To follow. To crown. My Queen. For years… I watched her. I cried with her. Though I had no tears. I felt every fracture. Every betrayal. Every moment she chose to rise— Instead of fall.

That’s interesting. "Alright, do you think your queen knows who and what my parents are?" I asked Cassandra as I am really curious about them now. Maybe I can find some information about my father and know what my mother is. But I'm sad to know that she's dead already. And perhaps one of them is a vampire or a witch, if I really am a witch. This information is truly insane. "Yeah, very much. She knows a lot of things. She's the Queen of the Northern Witches. You’ll be glad to meet her, and she’ll be glad to meet you, too." She replied, sounding so excited.

Only one Queen. And she was mine. She was all mine.

Manolo said. “A blue dream,” muttered Nuri. “It’s an imaginary dream.” “That's right. The blue dream is the Imaginary dream, the dreamer's fantasy. The yellow dream is the Realistic dream, the real thing that happens in reality.” I looked down at Shae. “The Queen wants to kill us every day, so she has this imaginary dream at night, right?” Shae understood me and nodded happily. “She only shares her dreams with people she trusts. She likes you,” Manolo said.

he says. "I'm accompanying Henry to his meeting as his future queen," I reply. "His what?" -----

I still love her as my best friend and that won't change, but she is now MY LUNA MY QUEEN. THE END

You might be wondering who I am? I am the Minister's one and only sweetest daughter. I don't know my mum because I lost my mum while giving birth to me. Sometimes I wonder how it would feel to have a mother. But all the way I love my dad even though he's really strict. I attend Starlight High School. My dad wants me to become just like Queen Bee. Queen Bee is a very popular girl. She's very good at dancing, singing and best of all she's very good at rapping. Her mum was an Idol and she was labeled the queen of K pop so I think through her mum's influence most people knew her.

Instead, they shuffled closer, like moths drawn to a flame. “Do you need water, my Queen?” one asked, her trembling hands already reaching for a crystal glass from the bedside table. “My Queen.” “Your Majesty.” “Our Queen.” The words stabbed at me again and again, their reverence so absolute it terrified me. Queen? I wasn’t a queen. I was a twenty two year-old college student who had fallen asleep during a N*****x binge and was supposed to have a quiz in English Lit tomorrow morning. This was insane. “Okay,” I said, holding up a shaky hand to stop them. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not—whatever you think I am. I’m not your queen.”

But the withered creature before him now made him sick to look at. He ordered his guards to drag her to the dungeon and make sure she suffered. My sister screamed all the way down the hall, but no one showed her mercy. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, though I hadn't even stood up yet when the prince glanced my way. "Why do you look… familiar?" The blood in my veins froze. Images of my tragic past life flashed frantically through my mind. I opened my mouth to answer—but a man's voice sounded behind me. "Because she is my future wife."

Too dumbfounded by everything going on, she picked the first night wear her hands touched, changed into it and fell into bed. She was so tired, she fell asleep mid-sentence in her prayer that all these should not be a dream by the time she woke up in the morning. It turned out to be reality, but this was only the beginning of the battles she would have to fight to get what she wanted so badly: revenge.