King Queen 소설 & 이야기

“My name is James. I am the head butler of the Goven family. Your grandfather has been searching for you for years now.” Dukia couldn’t speak, she was just gawking. “He regrets everything that happened,” James continued, holding the umbrella above her head, “more than you can possibly imagine. He would like to apologize and beg for your forgiveness. He would like to give you what is yours.” He brought out a picture from his breast pocket, Dukia took it with trembling fingers. A little girl of about six years old, grinning on a swing. Her father’s hands pushing her from behind and her mother waving from a garden chair.

he answered. “If there is a king. Isn't there supposed to be a queen?” I asked. “Of course, the Kingdom has a queen,” he answered, frowning lightly. “Why haven't I seen her since we got here. Besides, she is the King's mate. Aren't they supposed to be seen together at every turn?” I asked. “She is a female,” Delvin answered. “And so?” I asked getting more interested in the topic. “Females are not supposed to be in the forefront of things. Tate, you are a wolf, you should know how things are done,” Delvin said.

No matter how I felt about Ryden or the assignment in general, Fargo had worked hard to build up the Titans and I wanted to give his security firm the reputation it deserved. The queen stopped in front of a couple who looked like they were from opposite sides of the social world. The woman was dressed like the queen, just a notch down in elegance, but the man was dressed in the standard three-piece suit the other men wore, and not the male-style ceremonial outfit the king was wearing. “These are the owners of this house,” the Queen explained. “Senka is the king’s sister. Dave is her husband.” Remembering my manners, I bowed again, which drew a laugh from the light-haired woman. “There’s no n

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving. I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.” His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen." The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho

she announced, and all attention averted at Emma. She immediately stood up from her seat as we clapped our hands at her. She walked in front, climbing up the stage as Haley Carson put her sash on along with the crown, giving her the queen wand. She was smiling from ear-to-ear as claps resounded in the entire gym. Standing on the side once the photographer was done taking her photos, she moved to the side as Lindsey announced the homecoming king. “And now for the homecoming king,” she read the envelope again before continuing, “Caleb Heory.”

"Tell me, 'Voice of the King.' Do you remember the rose garden? Do you remember the girl who cried because she broke a string on her lute?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Abigail." The name hit the room like a cannon blast. I stopped breathing. The silk screen felt like a thin sheet of ice. "The Queen died in the fire," Kael said. His voice was low. Uncertain. "We all saw the body. It was charred. Unrecognizable." "We saw a body," Vance said. He stepped forward again. He didn't wait for permission. He reached out and ripped the silk screen down.

The thrusting as the man carried her up the stairs was too intense. Overwhelming waves of pleasure surged from her pussy, one after another, making her feel as if her body was no longer her own. Like a female beast that knew nothing but mating, she was pinned to the man’s cock, being penetrated ceaselessly.

Pathetic bitches! I brushed past her shoulder, intending to leave, but her hand shot out, blocking my way. “Where do you think you’re going when Queen Bee Francesca isn’t done with you?” one of her dolls snapped, glaring at me. Queen Bee?. I almost laughed. What was this, a cliché high school movie? Francesca tilted her head, her smile calm and cold. “You still wear that perfume, huh?” Her voice dropped low, almost teasing. “Do you miss him?”

I say sternly. “My love, it doesn’t really work that way. A Queen is rare and is to be subjected too.” Landon said as he scratched his head. “Mates of a Queen are consorts, not kings. There has never been a King to rule, because Queens nurture, Kings demand and are power hungry, so the need for a queen is viable.” Satu said with a small grin. “Well, my mates will never bow to me again. If you do, no sex for any of you.” I stated, hearing a bunch of groans. “I know it will be hard, but if we want this to work, I need you beside me, not behind me.”