La Reina Del Destino Novels & Stories

( warning: rape incident ahead . It violates human rights so please don't read if you don't want to, otherwise please keep voting and commenting at the end of every chapter) " well ,well well here comes the Queen, how are you feeling your highness?" Someone says sarcastically and I move my head to see Charlotte the she devil herself, she's in long dress and her face is full of make up ,she looks like she just came from hell I don't answer her because my energy is drained

Destino never tried to shift his eyes to another woman after getting a first passionate kiss to Queen Argen and have felt jealousy when she keep mentioning his rival’s name Frando, which makes him more triggered after hurting his ego knowing that he was the long lost prince and would definitely put Argen’s life to more fantasy and will brought her into great paradise. He walked towards his closet and pulled the door open. Argen’s pearls and necklace that he got from Caminito began changing its color into red-orange. Destino was shocked to see how its luster brightly shimmering. The paper that Argen held to him was a kind of steps to work for nrealing dark magic spell that could curse the sak

Chapter Fourteen The next morning, the headlines were relentless. “La Reina Destroys Kingston Empire’s Legacy—What’s Next for Aaron Kingston?” “The Ice Queen Strikes Again—Sofia Laurent Claims Victory at London Summit.” “Power Move or Personal Vendetta? The Real Story Behind La Reina and Kingston’s Explosive Rivalry.” Sofia sat at the breakfast bar of her penthouse, scrolling through the headlines with a cold, detached expression, but the ache in her chest hadn’t dulled.

Isabel Varela. Amara’s heart stopped. She moved closer to the glass, breath fogging it. “What… what is this?” “It was hers,” Milo said from behind. “Every night she danced here. Alone. In the dark.” The painting captured Isabel younger, fierce, fire in her eyes. A woman who’d survived hell. “She was more than your mother, Amara. She was la reina de fuego — the Queen of Fire.” Amara stared. “She was in the cartel…”

Below, the sea churned violently against the cliffs, as if echoing her turmoil. Matteo slipped an arm around her waist. “You’re bleeding again,” he murmured, glancing at her bandaged feet. She didn’t look down. “Power always leaves scars.” He kissed her temple. “Then let me carry some.” Her eyes closed. For the first time since the ritual, her voice trembled. “If you carry my scars, Matteo… you’ll burn too.” He smiled faintly. “Then we’ll burn together.” Outside, thunder rolled across the Sicilian horizon. The fire had given her a crown. The world had given her war. And somewhere between them, Bianca Romano stood the unbroken Queen of ash, ruler of storms, mistress of her own destruction.

In return, Lex promised her the coveted Luna role and showered her with promises of a world molded to her ambitions. The night air carries whispers of treachery and ambition as the pieces of a dangerous game fall into place. Arlo, an unwitting witness to this dark alliance, finds himself entangled in a web of power dynamics and deceit that ultimately leads to his unexpected rise to the position of Beta. The memory echoes in his mind as he approaches the packland, a place where the consequences of that night still reverberate, shaping the intricate tapestry of their pack's destiny. Arlo, deciding to step into the dangerous game unfolding before him, emerges from his hiding place and approache

“Those plump red lips, I want so badly to devour on my own. They are meant for only Sam, not me. I as much as I want you, I cannot have you. Katrina, I have to stop.” Raquel brushes my hair behind my ear, making my cheeks fill with heat. “For centuries, you have come back every time returning with a new body, but your soul, it is like no others.” “Many have wanted you, both mortal and damned. Many have tried to take and claim you, but they are never powerful enough. Fortunately, each time they have failed.” “Why does it have to be like this?” I try to step closer, but this time he steps away.

began Cedrik, looking into her eyes with a vulnerability that disarmed him completely, "then I have been the greatest of fools. I treated you as a slave when you were my destiny. The nobility, my mother... they will want to destroy you even more now. But I swear by every star that shines above this castle that I will fight against heaven and hell so that you take the place that is yours." Freya felt a tear slide down her face. The revelation of destiny had transformed the battlefield. It was no longer about survival, but about a union that challenged centuries of prejudices and pains. The prince who had burned her village was now at her feet, recognizing her as queen. She realized that the u

Everything was now making sense. The rogues were waiting for the perfect time to strike, and worse still, the witch that Antonio and Daniel claimed had died that day was not the queen mother. I could hear soft footsteps approach, and a familiar scent plunged the air. Alexa? She looked pleased seeing me in pain. "Well well well, who do we have here? The almighty Luna of oval moon pack." She teased. I gritted my teeth in anger. "You look sad honey pie, anything the matter?" She asked sarcastically.