Mr Queen Novels & Stories

Nothing changes. Not the way he treats me. Not the way others see me. Even the maids whisper. Their voices low But not low enough. I hear them. I always do. I sit on the edge of my bed. My thoughts drift back to the Queen Mother. Worry settles in my chest. She is the only one who treats me with genuine kindness. Her And Queen Viola. Everyone else Feels distant. Cold. Or dangerous. The night stretches on. Quiet. Still. Peaceful on the surface.

“I apologise on behalf of my daughter, she’s still young and….” “NO, NO! It’s okay. You didn’t tell me she was a spicy girl. You know I like them hot-blooded; nobody would like a boring queen,” he replied to my father. He looked at me, my palm still on my face as hatred surged through me. “I heard you have a rather cherished friend, my lady,” Roland said with a grin on his face. “What was her name again? Yes! Maria.” “Leave her out of this, she did nothing to you!” I said, looking intently at King Roland.

Sarah once again realized with crystal clarity just how immense this man’s charm was; the pheromones he unintentionally exuded were almost enough to make one lose oneself. She shook her head, trying to snap out of it. But Adrian ended the call first. He understood perfectly well the rules of the game—when to continue and when to take a break. He spoke elegantly, “It is my honor to have Miss Sarah’s company.” For a moment, Sarah was left speechless. She clutched the phone in her hand—the call had already ended—yet her heart was racing. Thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump.

Thane's eyes was fixed on me and I looked at him. "You're not wearing a bra?" I shook my head and he groaned. "Where is Jairus?" "He's on a trip." He cleared his throat and the table silenced. "As you all know, we have a new queen and she must be celebrated. A ball will be thrown in her honour three nights from today. You all are invited" They cheered and I blushed. He kissed my hands and the meal continued. A ball in three nights? I was so not ready for this.

Then, he asked her, “May I ask how old are you?” “I just turned sixteen the other week,” Clarissa responded. “Belated happy birthday then! You are simply perfect. You are the one I have been looking for – a precious gem and a gorgeous model. And someday, you will be our future beauty queen,” Bamby expressed himself happily. “But, why me?” Clarissa sought an explanation. “Why? Well, sweetheart, has somebody told you that you looked like that former Spanish Miss Universe, Ampara Muñoz?” Bamby said.

One month ago… “Good Morning people of New York, this is Radio Splash FM and I’m your girl Miranda Lain. Now I’m sure I told everyone last week, that Splash FM will be having an interview with the sensational, one and only, L.K, aka the Masked Queen of New York City. We’re going to be having an impersonal, phone interview to give everyone a chance to know what’s behind the sudden news of a breakup between L.K and her agency. Please, everyone, hold on while we make this call.”

Queen Mother leaves the house and I can see there much to much in her mind and I don't disturb her in get train of thought. She goes in her car and leaves, leaving me rather confused at what is going on in the house. My mind keeps going to Quin, and her wolf and how she is doing. Calming down Marie interesting lessen the pain. I don't know if it's her, or Quin is better. But something is odd and I can't really pin it down. But either way, I silently pray that she makes it through this. **** Quin’s POV “I have a proposition for you,” moon goddess starts.

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her... Slay her dragons... I will.

Then, once Stacy, Poppy, and Chelsea had made it to stand next to Anthony, Tom, and Josh, Lucien began to speak. "Thanks, everyone, for coming to witness the moment Queen Jennifer and I Mark each other and the Crowning of your Queen," Lucien said and looked at me. "Are you ready?" Lucien asked "Yes," I replied. "Do you, Jennifer Grey, daughter of James and Janet Grey, accept to becoming the Queen of all the Werewolves? Do you promise to stay by my side and help me Rule for the rest of our lives?" Lucien asked "Yes, I do," I replied, causing a smile to come on Lucien's face.