La Reine Margot Novel Novels & Stories

He threw his phone onto the desk, muttering, “Kill my wife? Please. She’s with her mother. That idiot thought I’d fall for it.” He blocked the number and returned to his papers, waiting for the rain to stop unaware of just how wrong he was. Margot’s POV After her talk with Zara, Margot felt triumphant. She had given her orders, and she was certain Zara would obey. There was no one in the world who could defy her not even God, or so she liked to think. “No one can save you from me, Zara,” she whispered to herself with a cruel laugh as she adjusted her pearls in the mirror.

Laying on my back with my entire being filled with waiting, I propped myself up on my elbows and all I could see was her lovely blonde hair splayed out on my belly. My chest heaved as Margot suddenly moved from the bed and came around positioning herself between my legs and I could feel her hot breath on my pussy. Oh my fucking god! She hasn’t done anything but I could feel my cunt spitting out pussy juice. Margot looked up at me, her huge grey eyes were both seductive and full of sweet innocence and with excitement coursing through my entire being, I watched her pull my pussy lips apart with her thumb. Margot gazed long and hard at my juice coated opening and looking back up into my eyes, s

The cottage was quiet. For the first time in what felt like forever, Elena wasn't running. Not from the estate. Not from Francesco. Not from the necklace. Not even from grief. Rain tapped softly against the windows while a small fire crackled in the hearth. Across from her, Roberto's mother sat calmly in a wooden chair. A book rested on her lap. Ancient. Worn. Its pages filled with symbols Elena couldn't understand. "You are forcing it." Elena frowned.

“Just because I’m letting you talk as much as you want, I’ll tolerate you calling me names. I’m not the bitch here, Nadine. I’m not sure about you, though. Now that I think about it, is that child really Harry’s?” “W-What do you know, you bitch—Ah!” Nadine didn’t finish her sentence when she saw Margot taking out a knife from the drawer. “G-Get away from me! What are you trying to do?” Margot looked at her husband’s mistress with a blank expression on her face. “I don’t know. But you'll find out if you continue talking and won’t leave,” she said, rubbing the sharp edge of the knife in her hand. “So, do you still want to find out what will happen next?” Margot smirked, stabbing the table next

And then he was gone, leaving me alone in a penthouse that felt more like a gilded cage than a sanctuary. +++++++ Margot arrived exactly one hour later with a team of three assistants and enough suitcases to outfit a small army. She was French, impossibly chic, and terrifyingly efficient. "Mon Dieu." She circled me like a predator, her sharp eyes cataloging every flaw. "You have been crying. For days, yes? I can see it in your skin, your eyes, your posture." She clapped her hands. "We fix it. Strip. Now." "I'm sorry, what.."

It was then that in the middle of the festivities, your bodies in motion, in which you could notice that my priestess is not subtle at all, almost telling me to leave the house and be alone with you. Being that she said, approaching him, that beautiful specimen of a man. Thibault leaned back in the car and with a glance at Margot, held out his hand, when she took the doctor's hand and the two embraced. Seeing that those hours, when it seems that she needed to make an effort for us to be like this, no, everyone had so little effort, like Margot, who completed, enjoying that contact, in the middle of a group of sex orgies at parties and marches.

I muttered before getting out of my drenched clothes and putting on some loose fitting pants and a green T-shirt. I headed out to the library, to search for the book that Margot Had been talking about. “the book will find you” she said, “you don’t have much time heir of Quillon” she said, she was starting to annoy me and get on my nerves a lot, who the fuck was Quillon anyway?, I had walked all the way to the back of the library at this point and I whipped my head around when I heard a thud about two shelves back, I traced the sound and saw a large tome on the floor, picking it up I saw that it had no title whatsoever, “what are the odds?” I murmured and slid to the floor as I opened the boo

All I had to do was talk to Margot. Zane keeps nothing from her. And when I mean nothing- I mean nothing. She knew what I was going at, and well... at first, she was adamant. She would not budge, but I knew how to make my little bird sing. I had Desiree help by what I knew Marogt could not resist. Books! Margot loves reading. Desiree was able to d******d hundreds of books for free on her device, all free! And I mean books that would normally have to pay at least twenty bucks or more to read.

gesture and continued his conversation in rapid French. He spoke French too? This man had made up her mind to shock her every other hour. A woman in head-to-toe black emerged from behind a clothing rack, her silver hair cut in a bob and she sharply assessed everything. "You must be Cassie," she said, voice carrying a faint European accent. "I'm Margot. Dom hired me to fix your image." "Fix my image?" "Don't be offended, darling." Margot circled Cassie slowly, eyes cataloging every detail. "In his words, you dress like a woman trying to disappear and honestly, I can't agree less.”

Security hadn’t followed us at my request, instead they stayed at the marina, waiting for our return. I might be King, but I still had to negotiate with them to let us go alone. Being King meant power but it also meant that I lost the freedom I once had. I had the illusion of freedom in my title, but it was nothing more than a facade. I didn’t notice it much until Margot entered my life. Now I was hyper aware of always being surrounded. I never got a moment of peace. I craved it and I know Margot did too even though she had only been my wife for a short time. She nibbled on the chocolate bar Matthew packed her and stared out into the ocean. It was chilly so we wore long sleeves yet she still