Mr Queen Novels & Stories

The smugness in her voice was hard to miss. That created an uproar. “How can the legendary founder of L&L Design be a servant?” “She said she was in Kings High. How can a servant be qualified to study in Kings High?” “Who is this woman spewing nonsense?” “She looks like a cheap woman, while Mrs. Liliana exudes the aura of nobility. One should at least make a believable lie.” “Yeah, she is a jealous bitch spewing nonsense.” “Oh, that’s Lydia Aprice. She has been trying to bang President Smith for years already. The Aprices sure are shameless.”

He said with a loud booming voice which was immediately followed by the cheers of the people. “ Long live the Queen!” They chanted loudly clicking their wine cups in cheers. Marilyn couldn't help but smile, one of her true smiles from the bottom of her heart. She was a Queen now and it felt good as Treven's big hands covered hers. But her major insecurities crawled into her like a spreading poison. Her smile faded instantly, what if she won't be able to bear the king's heir? What if Natalí's powers didn't heal her barrenness? What if..?

Alexander shot back, his tone unwavering. "How are you so sure that she's clean?" Mrs McQueen persisted, her voice laced with accusation. Her refusal to back down was infuriating. Why did she keep accusing me of something so horrible? "Mom..." "Don't call me," She cut him off sharply. "I'm saying this for your benefit. How do you think she survived all those years? No job, no certificate, no memories...nothing!" "Mrs. McQueen, I'm not a girl who sleeps around!" I snapped, unable to hold back my fury. "I've never slept with anyone for money. Even without memories, there are decent ways to make money. How could you jump to such conclusions?"

The first Lunar Queen was Jacqueline. Her silver hair cascaded around her like a living creature as she stood tall and majestic. Something in her piercing blue eyes made my stomach turn as they met mine. Sorry. Her voice was both forceful and otherworldly when she stated, "You are running from a war you cannot escape." "Rhea, the powers of fate are changing. No matter how prepared you are, blood will be shed.” I took a deep breath. "This is not what I want. I didn't request any of it.”

The older woman is showing her who has the power, and Yuelan, magnanimous, accords her the win. She stays on her knees, her expression devoid of any emotions as she waits to be told to get up. The Queen Mother sips her tea languidly, uncaring of the young woman kneeling before her. She can’t stand the young woman’s boldness, and worse of all, her beauty and youth make her jealous, not that she would ever admit it. Something has reached her ears that makes the young woman before her disgusting to her, and she wishes her son had listened to her when she told him not to marry the girl.

After two years "Pst . . . Look, it's the Ice Queen." "She's so mesmerizing as always." "Well, that is what she'll ever be. It's a good thing she has that beautiful face. With her rotten personality and brains, what will be left of her?" *giggle *chuckle "Hey! Look, it's the Prince." "Woah! He's so dashing as always. A perfect male lead in any drama." "As usual, they're together. I'm surprised how Daniel can stand her. She's so nasty."

she said. "The queen," she said, and she went inside even before I responded. I heard that witches like to speak less. I got into the car. "Who is the queen?" I asked. "Witches have royals. And the one who is most powerful of all is , The Queen Witch," he said. "I guess her name is Mora," he said. "Okay, let's try out our luck," I say. We both started for the queen's coven, and it had already gone dark outside.

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

I turned away because the sight nearly destroyed me. Mara’s voice was soft beside me as she spoke, “This is why we fight the application.” I wiped my face quickly. “Yes,” I said. The Iron Queen returned then. She was not cold and not empty. She was not armored against love. This was something else. A queen with flour on her sleeve, nausea in her throat, a child crying in her kitchen, and a man on his knees promising not to leave. A queen who finally understood that the throne was not power.

"Come back later." I pinch his ear hard, my cheeks flaming. "It's your mother!" He smirks, his violet eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. He gives my nipple one last slow, filthy lick before reluctantly fixing my dress. I quickly smooth my neckline, my pulse hammering. Rhain opens the door, looking perfectly composed except for the faint flush on his sharp cheekbones. The Queen Mother sweeps in, elegant and icy as always. Her golden eyes dart between us, narrowing slightly at my flushed face and messy hair.