Killer Queen's Double Life Novels & Stories

Then, King Dominick approached the Prime Minister and he thought that he’d receive a punch but unexpectedly the Queen did it, breaking two ribs on the lift and punching right up on his jaw. Reid swore that he could hear the cracks in the bones. The Queen was petite, but she was strong. She was an assassin before she was married to the King. “Do you all need a drink?” Duke Paxton asked. “I love to but I have to check on my people,” Reid said as he looked at his father. “We need to do some cutting as well,” Areston mumbled as he bowed at the Duke. “We will be heading first, your grace.”

She asked her voice shaking. “Silence, girl,” the Queen said, her voice cold, She grabbed a dagger as she stepped closer, and looked down at Keira again. “Your rare wolf will make us unstoppable.” She whispered. “You’re nothing without it.” She said. Keira’s eyes grew wider, her hands began to shake, and her voice faded. “Asher… lied…” she whispered, her voice weak, her head still felt light, the drug pulling her back under consciousness, her heart pounding with fear.

"Tell me." I took a deep breath, though I wasn't sure I needed it anymore. "They told me you killed our parents," I began. "They showed me pictures of their bodies, torn apart by wolf claws. They said your Ruby Wolf power drove you mad." "But that's not true," Kieran interrupted. I shook my head. "No. The Queen killed them herself. I found the truth in her private chambers—a lock of our mother's hair coated in the Queen's scent. She kept it as a trophy."

No one stopped her. "I am here to warn you." "Warn me about what?" "About what is coming." She walked to the fireplace. Held her hands out to the warmth. "Drake is dead. I killed him myself." My heart stopped. "You killed him?" "He was going to betray me. Give you everything. Tell you all my secrets. I could not allow that." Rex stepped forward. "You have been the one pulling the strings?" "I have been the one funding the program. Paying for the children. Building the empire. Victor was just a puppet. Drake was just a soldier. I am the queen."

"Signing that contract for you was me doing you a favor. What, you were the one who didn't want it, and now you're changing your mind and want to be my bride again?" I frowned. The heir to the Castillo family was this dim. I'll have to tell Grandpa when I get back to do less business with them. Victoria, hearing this, gave a smug smile and turned to Marcus, saying respectfully, "The wedding still needs to happen. Since Miss Aria doesn't want this position, why not give it to someone else?" The next second, the lounge door opened. A young woman in a champagne-colored dress walked in. She was beautiful, no doubt. Blonde hair, blue eyes, her features as perfect as a doll's.

Then, I hit a photo from October. Julian was standing on a decorated balcony, his arm wrapped tightly around a tall, stunning brunette with an expertly tailored winter coat and a diamond-sharp smile. The caption read: The best view in the city with my captain. I clicked the girl’s tagged handle. CLARISSA VOLKOV. CAPTAIN, MID-ATLANTIC STATE UNIVERSITY HOCKEY. I sat back in my chair, a slow, malicious laugh ripping through the quiet of my bedroom. Clarissa Volkov. She must be Anastasia's sister or relative. And she was currently sharing a bed with her ex-boyfriend.

"Wearing a crown. Coiled around a broken sword." Varek took one slow step back. Boots bolted to the floor. "That line is dead," Varek said. The words came out like gravel. "The Sovereign King and his wife burned in the Sector Four sweeps. Ten years ago. There was no child." "The girl is twenty," Tor said. Voice coming back now. Harder. Like he'd made a decision. "She grew up in Sector Four. She fights with the Sovereign form... you saw it yourself in the hallway. And her father isn't hiding from a shipping debt." Something moved in Tor's face. Something complicated and old and guilty. "He's a Royal Guard. He's been keeping her buried in the outer rim for ten years to keep her breathing."

It seemed that a sense of happiness no longer remained in her heart. Once, she was a princess who boasted of beauty. She always smiled to fascinate everyone. Now, even a little smile was hard to come on Queenie’s face. All because of the terrible things that she knew after her second life. Betrayal of her stepmother with her fiance. Queen Obelia planned to kill her and her father, King Darian. After a second life, Queenie knew that all this time, everything she was proud of was useless. There were no people who admitted her beauty and luxury. People consider Queenie to be a useless Princess. If she wasn’t the daughter of the Darian King, perhaps Queenie would have become scum in the middle o

“It isn’t about what I want. It’s what she wants.” “She?” The shadows thickened, rippling across the floor like spilled ink. Then, from the far end of the chamber, another figure emerged—slender, graceful, cloaked in deep violet and silver. Her hair shimmered like frost, her eyes glowing faintly with ancient power. The Queen of Shadows. Every legend about her had said she was long dead. That she’d been sealed away before the rise of the current packs. Clearly, the legends were wrong. She moved closer, each step echoing softly, like the rhythm of a spell. “Alpha Killian,” she murmured. “The wolf who defied death itself to protect his mate. I’ve heard so much about you.”

The silence between us grew so loud and I just wanted to melt away. “You aren’t talking about that child he had with his first wife, are you?” The queen asked. “The daughter he had with Queen Emma?” Kendra asked. “Yes, Your Highness. That’s the one.” “Impossible,” the queen said again, her voice coming out in a whisper as she looked at me. “She was supposed to be dead… we thought she was….” Her voice trailed off and now when she looked at me, it was like she was seeing a ghost.