Romans & histoires Jolene The Plunder Queen

A small stack of basic undergarments. No gold. No diamonds. None of the extravagant gowns or heavy emerald necklaces Julian bought for her. “Where is the rest of it?” I growl, tossing the empty canvas bag to the floor. I kick it with the toe of my shoe. “Where are the jewels Julian bestowed upon you? The bank tokens? The Pack credits?” “I left them in the wardrobe,” Penelope says. Her voice is chillingly calm. “They are tainted with the scent of this house. I have no use for rubbish.”

“Yes I do, Elder Sara.” “And you understand what would happen it turns our that you were lying right?” “I do Elder Sara.” Joanna answered. Elder Sara looked behind Joanna, “And may I ask who are you?” She asked the two extras that followed in behind Joanna. The woman and the man walked up beside Joanna. “Good evening Elders, I know that we showed up unexpectedly but giving the situation I couldn’t let one of my own show up without any guidance.” She paused and let the Elders looked between each other. “My name is Nuala Evergreen, Queen of the Rogue Empire.” There was gasps between the Elders as well as in the room the loudest one coming from Mila. She was one that always wanted to meet the Q

"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

She wouldn’t lash out like some jealous schoolgirl; no, she would be strategic, calculating. She would make sure that when the dust settled, she was the one still standing, and that woman, Jolene, or whatever her name was, would be nothing but a forgotten footnote. “You are right,” Queen said, her voice steady and cold. Bianca smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. “That is the Queen I know. Let’s show them all.” Queen nodded, already formulating a plan in her mind. She would turn this situation around, use it to her advantage. This was her game, and she was determined to win it. No matter the cost.

“Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.”

One wrong move, and I'd have an all-out war on my hands. But then again... if the Queen of the West could steal my clients right from under my nose, why couldn't I do the same? She was playing dirty, pulling my crowd, making a fool out of me. No one was above a little manipulation. I'd built my empire on ruthless decisions, and now was the time to remind everyone exactly who I was.

Kohler, Prince. I glanced in the direction of the front table. The Ladies of Queenstrial eat dinner with the Prince Kohl and his parents in their ornate chairs. The Ounsli girl, Bronte, is still here, albeit she is severely cut and bruised from her altercation with the Lunous girl. The Queenstrials' first round was declared void due to the assaults, and it was rescheduled for tomorrow. I believe the monarch is making a determined step to show the attackers, whoever they may be, that the spirit of Gahndor endures. However, I doubt they'll be able to maintain that pretense for very long, particularly if the adversaries are cunning enough to pose as the king's own guard.

I shook my head as I pulled my phone out and watched her and Heth come into the house and make some lunch. She had developed into a beautiful woman. Her long black hair hung down to her perfect ass. She had put some red highlights in it and I loved it. She stood at five eight but she was the perfect height for me. Her eyes though they really caught your attention. They were like the perfect shade of blue I have ever seen. When I stared into them I have to pull myself back or I would be lost in them. I closed the app on my phone and put it back in my pocket. Heth truly was the only person I did trust with her. He knew my dirty little fantasy's about making her mine. I knew he would protect he

The little bit of courage that I got while holding Waldo's hand. A number of men greeted me, led by the king and queen of the Santiago empire. Mama poses in a white dress while her neck and hands are decorated with gold jewelry. He looked at me with sharp eyes. It was so sharp that I almost fell back. But that is not the reason for the fear I feel. Not the blade of his gaze. Nor are there many of them. But some guns are pointed in our direction now. "I can't give you much choice in this bargain, daughter," he promised slowly.

Finn I grunt as I lift one of the last crates of supplies off the back of the cart at the edge of Tarrin. Something inside shifts heavily against my chest. “I would offer to help,” the driver says, “but there’s a reason I only do the smuggling.” She raises her arms, displaying how thin they are. I shake my head as I struggle a few steps forward. “You have a princess’s arms, if nothing else.” Princess Joli Som, last in line for the throne of Lightning Cape, laughs and throws a few locks of her pinned, dark brown hair over her shoulder. “Most people don’t risk talking to me that way.”