Novel & Cerita Mr Queen Epilogue

She begged. I didn’t blink. Not once. Because you don’t get to touch my back with a dagger and still ask for forgiveness. — Later that night, as I sipped moonberry wine in my war room, Mr. Yellow snuggled beside me and sighed. “Well,” he said. “That was dramatic.” “I’m the Moon Queen,” I murmured, swirling the glass. “Drama is part of the job description.” Greg rolled in with a bandage. “Just in case she tries something stupid again.”

“Is the agency keeping the rights that comes with the Masked Queen, are we going to have a new Masked Queen now that you’re leaving, do you know who it will be?” Letting out a snort, she replies. “Wow hawk-guy, looks like there’s a lot on your mind.” She chuckles and I force a small laugh along with her. “No, they’re not going to have a new Queen. It was a hard, long, and gruelling fight but I was able to retain the rights of the Masked Queen. And yes, at some point I will reveal my identity but right now, it’s not that time.” “F**king wow!”

I closed my eyes, savoring this happiness that was soaked in blood yet incredibly secure. The drama of the real and fake heiress had finally ended in my total victory. This is my ending. It isn't a fairy tale. But I am the one and only Mrs. D'Angelo, the Queen of the underworld. (The End)

“As long as you’re by my side as queen… I’m ready for anything.” The End

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The crack of my palm against her cheek echoed through the hall. "I am no longer the girl who cleans your messes, Maria," I whispered, leaning into her terrified face. "I am the woman who owns the debt on your paycheck. If you speak to me again without being spoken to, I’ll make sure you’re blacklisted from every estate in the city. Now, get out of my sight." Maria scrambled away, sobbing in terror. I didn't feel bad. I felt... clean. "Veronica? Is that you?" I turned to see Meredith Hudson standing at the top of the stairs. She was wrapped in a silk robe, her face pale and drawn, looking every bit the aging queen of a dying kingdom. She gripped the banister, her eyes wide as she took in my t

Heavy. “What happened?” she asks. No greeting. No pretense. She already understands enough to fear the answer. I walk further into the room, my gaze briefly catching on the fabrics prepared. The colors chosen with care. The intricate patterns meant to celebrate joy. For a wedding. Kiana’s wedding. I look away. “He will help us,” I say. The Queen exhales softly, relief flickering across her face before she can stop it. “Then it is done,” she says. “We can continue preparations. The ceremony will remain unchanged.”

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Rune sighed in satisfaction and disappointment, "Adler, there are countless women worldwide with that hair and eye color. How would you find her if she's real when you don't even know the size of her titties." Priest, on sensing Rune was about to get punched, pushed him aside and stood in front of Adler instead, "I'll hate to see you like this for somebody that doesn't exist." He tightened his hold around the paper, "She exists." "So?" Rune laughed. "I'll make her my queen."— *** Now she was here. "wait... WHAT!" He didn't know how to feel, standing close to the door. What should he do? Go to her? Ask her why she would think he would go to that extent. Yell at her; why she'd think he'd ever