Mr Queen Epilogue Novels & Stories

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

The jealousy was real; I just channeled it into this new, perfect script. He turned his desperate look to Nyx. “You can’t possibly believe I did this!” She was breathing hard, her eyes screwed shut, lost to the pain. She couldn’t defend him. It was perfect. He swung his gaze back to me, and I saw the moment he understood this was my move. “You’re making this up!” Time for the final nail. With a flourish, I drew the small glass vial from my pocket. I held it up, letting the dawn light catch the oily black liquid inside. “Then explain this! I found it hidden in the Alpha Queen’s own chambers. Right by her bedside.”

“So what’s the ending going to be?” I pull Mare’s forehead to mine, speaking against her lips. “An ending together in Sutten seems fucking perfect to me.” Mare smiles. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” Our next kiss is full of the promise of forever. EPILOGUE - MARE - EIGHT MONTHS LATER I pull at the piece of fabric over my eyes. “Cade, I can’t see a thing underneath this,” I complain. I try to feel around me to find my surroundings, but all I can feel is his warm chest underneath my touch.

"After the ceremony, you'll reclaim your position as the Rivers Pack princess. Then I'll give you the grandest marking ceremony this territory has ever seen." His voice dropped to a whisper, but werewolf hearing caught every devastating word. "As for Elena, she did give me a son. I'll compensate her financially and send her away. After that, there will be no one standing between us." No one standing between them. I had become the obstacle to be removed. My legs carried me back to my room on autopilot. I pulled out my suitcases and began throwing my belongings inside with mechanical precision. My phone trembled in my hands as I dialed home.

As we got closer to them, I scrutinised the woman's features, noticing that she appeared to be my mother's age or younger, her hair was banana blonde and trimmed to her shoulders, her frame was petite and she wore a tight-fitting short red velvet dress with six-inch heels while clinging to the man's side, but that her eyes were not on the man she clung to, but rather on my father. That made me mentally roll my eyes; it wasn't something new for us. Then, because they had spotted our arrival, all of their attention was drawn to Warren and me. I put on my famous charming smile and turned to face the two newcomers. "Jessica, Warren, this is Marcel Alberto and his girlfriend, Melinda," Mum introd

Erica::"You are trying so hard to be a good mother to Ella you have nearly forgotten that you are also responsible to make yourself happy.Your life is equally important to me." Ariadne::"Why does everyone leave me ? "

The Company was going to be handed over to Jimmy anyway, it was just happening a lot sooner. Mrs. Queen was the first to show up in the sitting room, she had no idea why they were gathering and she didn’t wish to know anyway, she was only there out of obligation to the head of the family. She took a seat opposite her husband and completely ignored him like he wasn’t even there. She was still mad at him about the Xavier case; yes, she was at fault as well but she had suggested fixing things at the last minute and he turned her down.

"Hey, do you think this time Mr. Price has come up with another special way to confess?" "Who knows? It’s already dark. Maybe they’re going stargazing or something. Isn't that what moody teenagers like?" "Haha, that’s possible, but the fact that Ms. Queen still hasn’t cut ties with Mr. Price shows she might have feelings for him too." "I don’t think so. Did you see how disgusted Ms. Queen looked when Mr. Price confessed last time? The fact that their relationship hasn’t ended just means the two companies still have a partnership."

That I am. ********************** Hey! Boom! Chapter completed, one more thing left. EPILOGUE!!! yeah, I know. It's over! But no worries there are other new books already available on my account, be sure to check them out. Don't forget to comment and vote for the story! ❎ -Rama

The man says, his brows drawn together in confusion. “She is not from these parts Borg.” All eyes turn towards the Queen that has risen from the forest floor fully restored. “This is the Wolf Queen that our ancestors foretold about.” All eyes flash back to me, aww twinkling in their eyes, causing me to feel uncomfortable under their gazes. “Why would the Queen do this to you?” I ask in an attempt to draw the attention away from me. The Queen lets out a heavy sigh before speaking. “High Queen Mab stole my husband during her most recent Wild Hunt. She came herself to take my dear Claude away from me.” A faraway look appears on the Queen’s face as she retells the story.