Mr Queen Epilogue Novels & Stories

"This is interesting, doctor. I have a lifetime to understand this." "That's why I'm a perfect lover for you, my queen." "Huh?" -to be continued-

“What happens now?” The queen’s silver eyes softened. “Now, the cycle ends.” She reached out, brushing a cold hand against Lillian’s cheek. And then, like the throne, she faded into nothing. The past was finally put to rest. Lillian turned back to Aedric, her heart pounding. He was still watching her—still waiting. She stepped into his arms without hesitation. And for the first time in her life, she felt whole.

Final. "What?" "We don't run. We don't hide. We take the empire. We kill Marcus, we kill Elinor, and we sit on those thrones until the blood dries." I looked at her. "You're the Queen. I'm the ghost. We keep the lie alive until it becomes the only truth left." "And Mei?" "We get her out. Or we burn the hospital with her inside. She won't be a farm." A wet, scratching sound came from the balcony.

“But that is not….” “Silence Aaron!” I grew, raising my hand into the air for emphasis. “If Romeo does not want me to rule the Kingdom, he would have done everything to keep the unknown Queen away from me. He has provided me the Queen and I am going to marry her in 3 days.” “That woman is not the unknown Queen. She does not have any power, and she does not look genuine.” “You are not making any sense Aaron.” “The legends said the unknown Queen is going to be your mate. And the only mate you have ever had is Aurelia. Remember how the moon goddess used to appear in your dreams and torment you whenever you offended Aurelia or let her out of your sight?”

she says, dry, “I’d wish for your sake that they were not quite so willful.” I smile a little, looking down at my cup of tea, blowing on it to hide my expression. Because I think I’m a little screwed on that front already, aren’t I? “I was sorry,” Mindy says, the change in her tone making me lift my eyes to hers. “To hear about the loss of your Queen. She seemed…quite vivid, didn’t she? When I saw her last.” “Thank you,” I say, my brows raising. “She was wonderful. And very vivid, as you say.”

Queen turned around abruptly and asked, “How do you know about that?” “I believe that Mrs. Queen’s symptoms have only shown up in the past three days, am I right?” Mr. Queen’s pupils constricted abruptly, his gaze appearing to be overwhelmed with emotions. “Yes! You can tell about all that just by looking?” He was astounded because even Zachary had to ask him in order to find out that his wife’s symptoms had only shown up three days ago. “I gave my diagnosis earlier when I said that your wife is not ill. However, I believe you have purchased an item that someone cursed.

Queen turned around abruptly and asked, “How do you know about that?” “I believe that Mrs. Queen’s symptoms have only shown up in the past three days, am I right?” Mr. Queen’s pupils constricted abruptly, his gaze appearing to be overwhelmed with emotions. “Yes! You can tell about all that just by looking?” He was astounded because even Zachary had to ask him in order to find out that his wife’s symptoms had only shown up three days ago. “I gave my diagnosis earlier when I said that your wife is not ill. However, I believe you have purchased an item that someone cursed.

“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.”

A deranged look crossed my face as I retorted, "Oh really… Please enlighten me, why the fuck should I do that? I remember telling you to get rid of your spies last night." With silence as his response, I continued, "The bitch beat my maid, spilled food on her, ruined my reputation, and worse of all, everything about her annoys me, from her fake hair to her fake lashes. I could tolerate the fake stuff, but a hand on Tina? I'll kill her if need be. As for that head maid, were you aware that the bitch pricked my arms with needles in my sleep? Of course, you don't know, because you don't care. So if anyone should be apologizing, it's them. But sadly, this is beyond apologies, and I don't give ja

Oddly and astonishingly, a drop of tears flowed up and then rolled down from the brink of Madam Queenie Qamra’s eyes. With her final drop of tears wetting her pillow case, she then blew out her final breath. Shortly afterwards, the moments became silent, tranquil and quiet, waiting and waiting until Madam Queenie Qamra departed fully to the next gate. Mr. Apollo seized his wife into his deep, warm, and precious hug. Mrs. Columba dropped down a little tears inside her husband’s precious and comfortable embrace. Both of them were sending Madam Queenie Qamra Pratama off to the next gate.