I Serve My Queen Inside Her Dreams の小説・ストーリー

says Valeria. “The makkari she is working with, who she believes to be me, she traded her own blood in exchange for obtaining Ocean Jasper,” I inform her and watch her eyes widen in both horror and rage. “Did she say what she wanted it for?” “To use on the Prince so he will declare her his Queen,” I answer. The room falls silent, and I can feel the tension in the air, but soon the sirna before us is the first to break the silence. “Afti i ilithia, sinomotiki tsoulitsa! If I ever get my hands on her I’ll wring her fucking neck!” She shouts as she begins pacing angrily.

“Remaia, you’re getting amazing. Because of your perfect service, I always miss you,“ said King Eric. They were sitting down to enjoy dinner together in King Eric’s room. King Eric saw Remaia just silent with a cold face. She slowly chewed the food and ignored King Eric’s words. Remaia was not at all interested in King Eric’s compliment. So different from Remaia that existed in King Eric’s memory. Remaia, who a few minutes ago made love to him in bed. Because what King Eric had in mind was his own imagination. “King, is the Red Orchid formula so powerful?” King Eric frowned. He stopped his hand, which was bringing food into his mouth. “You seem very interested in the formula,” said King Eric

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

I stood on the palace steps, my hand resting on the knife strapped to my thigh, watching as our convoy assembled in the courtyard. Two days of feverish planning had brought us here – six black SUVs lined up like funeral carriages, ready to deliver justice to Silver Lake. My heart hammered against my ribs, an unsteady rhythm of anticipation and dread. I was returning to the place of my nightmares, but this time not as a servant girl with a mop and bucket. This time, I returned as Queen.

"Mr. Bartholomew, how does it feel to be deceived? This is exactly how I felt when I found out that you were the one who had me pushed off that cliff." I had prepared a long speech to confront him. But the moment I saw him, I suddenly felt at peace. Eric was not worth my time. As the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack and a descendant of the Moon Goddess, my mission was to lead the werewolves to strength and glory, not to live and die for a man. "Derrina!" he called out from behind me. I stopped in my tracks. Then, I turned around and looked at him. "Alpha Eric, please address me as 'Your Majesty, Queen Derrina'."

But as he fell asleep holding me, the Queen whispered one final, dangerous temptation in the darkness: You can have this beautiful love… and still have the power. You don’t have to choose. You were never meant to be ordinary. The next morning, while Liam was making breakfast, I received a single text from an unknown number. It was a photo of me from my last major relapse — covered in cum, eyes rolled back in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream while surrounded by dozens of men. The caption was simple and chilling: "The Queen misses her throne. Sixty men are ready whenever you are.

This happens to be a very rare situation in that even lyric is surprised about the whole situation, so much so that he just stares at her until she stands up and then smiles, " Please allow me serve you my queen , I really adore you ". Gemini freaks out a little but still smiles and nods, so they head out again , slowly and then travelled for 3 days on foot , then they encountered a field of snakes , and unfortunately they fall right into the ground of snakes and before they could even do anything they got beaten and there in the mist of those snakes they all died.

Alpha Zach continues to look forward “That is your decision and yours alone my Queen” I frown “Why do you call me that, why do say I am your Queen?” “Kayden, stop the car” The driver pulls over immediately and Alpha Zach turns to face me, his dark eyes tracing over my face “Because you are the Lycan Queen” “No, I am not, I am just an eighteen year old with this stupid power” I summon a small ball of mist and juggle it, but this power was how I had killed my father “My Queen, that is exactly why you are Queen”

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

Watched the way her eyes searched his—not for dominance, not for threat, but for meaning. She pushed herself up, bracing one hand against his chest, the other at the arm of the throne. The movement brought her closer, changed her angle, her body waking in small, fluid adjustments. The sheer red fabric slid along her thigh, whispering against his skin. Heat collected where she touched him. “…Queen?” she murmured. The word tasted unfamiliar in her mouth. Not frightening. Just strange. Apollo’s thumb paused against her cheek. “I dreamt,” she continued quietly, voice still soft with sleep. “Of fire again. Of her.”