Novel & Cerita Maghrib Time Queens

Finally, I couldn’t hold back the question that had been nagging at me since last night. “Tariq,” I began hesitantly, “last night, you said something about me being... a queen. What did you mean by that?” Tariq’s expression shifted, growing more serious. He cleared his throat, glancing at his mother before turning back to me. “Leah, there is something that you need to know. You are the last descendant of a powerful bloodline. A royal bloodline, in fact.” I stared at him, my heart skipping a beat. “What? No, that can’t be right. I’m... I’m an omega. My mother was an omega, and my father.....”

“What time–” “It's gonna begin from 8 PM and last till 3 AM but you can go whenever you're feeling exhausted.” “Yes, I am right now but I'll come though,” Adrian answered, he bit his lips hoping that the queen wasn't pissed with his reluctance. Usually, a queen doesn't have to explain and beg before she gets something, the custom requires that before she even asks, she is given what she wants. “I'll send one of my private jets to pick you up in the next one hour so get prepared.”

Queen Amira POV Amira Farouq, Queen of Muscat, Oman had barely registered the voice of the royal steward behind her when a man in a dark suit, his face harsh-looking and his expression inscrutable, met her at the bottom of the steps that led from the royal jet to this bleak stretch of desert. 'Queen Amira. Welcome to Jumeirah, Dubai.' 'Thank you.'

With her determined look, Juviana shook her head, which made her interpret differently. “Oh! I understand, please forgive me.” Shadow smiled, however, her smile wasn’t as bright as before. “I don’t think a visit is enough, Your Holiness.” “I beg your pardon?” “I will build a villa there for you. In fact, how about taking ownership of the shoreline? The slot has been empty for as long as I can remember.” According to daddy Ibrahim, the queen had lived longer than him. She was in her 600 series while her daddy was still in his 500 series. If what she said was right, the shoreline used to have an owner and was vacant for more than a few centuries.

Queen explained. "Shouldn't we just do whatever it is we came here to do and go back before it gets too late?" I questioned getting even more scared. "It never gets too late in this city, Tiwa! This city never sleeps! There'll always be people moving up and down, can't you see the hold up and the people whose shops are still opened? You don't know anything. Get late in this city? Never!" Queen replied as we waved down an empty taxi and got into it.

The one I'd buried under layers of new protocols and fresh identities and the careful, deliberate work of becoming someone different. The one nobody should have been able to find. My pulse didn't spike. It slowed. That was worse. I sat upright in the dark, the cold blue light from my phone cutting through the room like a blade. No greeting. No introduction. No preamble designed to soften what was coming. Just one sentence: Queens should not travel as shadows of Kings. Below it: coordinates. Geneva. The same summit, but a different entrance. A separate door. And one final line, precise and biting:

Now, they were looking at a Queen who held the power of the sun and the earth in her hands. "She speaks the truth," Marcus said, stepping out from behind a massive cedar tree. He was flanked by Leo and Ace, who ran to me, burying their faces in my waist. Luna was already there, her hand tucked into Killian’s. "The First City has fallen. The Southern Council is a memory. If we don't stand behind the Silver Queen, there won't be a Blackwood Pack by sunrise." Hagar looked at the Triplets. He looked at the way the two boys radiated a synchronized kinetic energy, and the way Luna’s eyes—now a haunting mix of silver and gold—seemed to see right through his soul.

I was nice of him but I am pretty sure we would've done just fine in a regular car rather than a limo. When you're trying to lay low, it's not in your best interest to be flashy. "Where are we going?" I demand, my eyes glued to the window. "Trapani. The original headquarters of our operation." Dangelo responds lightly. He's efficient, quick to respond, quick to act. If things had been different I wouldn't have minded him working on my side if he wasn't such a spook that is. It isn't long before we come to a clean dirt road leading up a hill. It was behind a gate that opened automatically when we got close. Going up, it wasn't long before the mansion came into view. Smooth white stone walls s

"Anyway, we are going to Morocco in two weeks' time. Do you like to go with us?" "Thank you mother but I will stay here. I have enrolled for painting lessons." She politely declined the queen's offer. "Alright, but if you change your mind you can tell me." the queen patted Kashmir's hand. "Anyway, I have to go now." The queen stood and so did Kashmir. "Thank you mother for visiting me." Kashmir is thankful that the queen treated her like her own daughter. "If you are getting bored here, you can also visit me." "Yes, mother." The queen gave Kashmir a tight hug then she left after she released Kashmir from her hug.

Today is a very big day for the werewolves as today they will be introduced to their new Luna Queen as well as the mate of their Alpha King Jacob Thompson. The royal ballroom has been decorated quite beautifully on this precious occasion and every guests have worn their best clothes to impress the royal family.