Mikado Queens Mga Nobela at Kwento

They belong to the woman lying in the sun. I close my eyes, savoring the warmth on my skin and the more subtle warmth of their stares. It is a nectar. A silent triumph. Mike can play his mind games, concoct his complex plans. Here, in the sun, the truth is simple, animal. I am the queen, and these are my subjects. --- Mike

Elara asked. Amelia picked up the marble white queen from the evidence table. "Kings." "Queens." "Knights." "Ravens." "What if they aren't symbols?" "What if they're ranks?" Silence followed. The Keeper slowly nodded. "That's exactly what they are." He took the marble queen from Amelia. "The Founder." He placed it at the top of the board. "Below the Founder..." He added another marker. "The Raven." Another. "The White Queen." Then...

screaming loudly, while I saw Mikel wipe off the blood that drooled from the corner of his mouth. It was an intense battle for me as their mate, even though I didn't agree to become Mikel's mate. Why would either of them be fighting for me when I didn't want to become their mate? I frowned as Mikel was announced the winner by Aaron. Aaron pronounced, "The last human, Luna Lawson, is now His Majesty's new mate, and none of you dragons are allowed to kidnap her. She will be given full respect as His Majesty's new mate and second queen in our kingdom."

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

The elevator came to an abrupt stop, and when they stepped out, there was the owner of the voice over the phone. The next few minutes were of them walking along a room that smelled of ink and newly cut paper. Also, running machines drowned everyone else's voices in the expansive, intricate garage-like room. Women in undies piled up the stacks of finished bills and arranged them in a cart next to them. Everyone was engrossed in their work, and aside from a few brave women who mustered the courage to meet his gaze, everyone else kept their eyes fixed downward. "Mama Mia," Rune said under his breath.

However, he noticed the ambiguous undertone in Adrian’s voice—it felt out of the ordinary. Just then, one of his subordinates pulled open Sarah’s blouse, revealing a vast expanse of fair, lustrous skin. The bruises and purple marks left by kisses stood out starkly, especially the plum-blossom-shaped mark above her collarbone—it was exceptionally vivid and conspicuous, clearly fresh.

I mutter with a growl. Mykael glances at me then suddenly looks worriedly at my mother. "Just in case this whole queen-thing goes south, please tell me you have a backup?" My mom sighs and I feel my skin start to crawl under her gaze. "If Maia can't take my place as Queen then werewolves are going to be taken over by feral dragons," she says. My face screws up in annoyance. "So, no pressure then?"

She wished Reyes could see the beauty in her shades of grey as he wanted her to see the reds, oranges and yellows of his sunset. "You see the colours?" he asked. "Si, Reyes, I see them through your eyes," she told him. He used her hair to tilt her head to the side and pressed the brand into her neck. She breathed deep, taking the pain into her soul, knowing Reyes had her. Siempre. Forever; the king and his scarred queen. END OF BOOK ONE

When I’m not. These women probably ran the whole supernatural world. While the men were always roaring and yelling in each other’s face about who is who. I know women are the key players in that game of chess. If the queen is protected. Everything is going well and you can make great moves. And when shit goes south, the queen protects the king. I’m guessing this is where you get your warriors and foot soldiers for protection. “The one and only,” Daciana smirks proudly. “Wait, I have heard that he was with someone. The daughter of that small pack’s alpha.” She stares at me with widened eyes. “It makes sense now. I have never seen someone as pretty as her.”

I am utterly in awe of the beautiful creature in front of me. “Our mate.” Rohan mutters dreamily. “Our queen.” I agree.