Playing Queen Of Hearts Novels & Stories

He laughed while shaking his head as if Philip had done something stupid. “Oh, Mr. Clarke, I'm afraid you won’t be praying much in the future.” “Why not?” Philip asked. “Because you need to put both hands together when you pray!” With that said, the foreigner drew out his hole card and slammed it on the poker table! “Take a good look at this!” As the foreigner said that, everyone gathered in front of the card table to look at it. On the table was a queen of hearts! The foreigner had three queens!

She might die of heart attack before she could even reach the Zrobic city. The rest slightly chuckled. They all stood up and was about to walk away when they heard the gasps of the people around. She explored her sight that made her regret her choice to move. “Isn't that king Diamond? He looks really perfect!” “Oh my! He’s tall and hot, I want to rip his suit badly.” She was frozen from where she was. She looked at them from a slight distance. Her heart felt like something was hammering it hard and fast. “It’s Aphrodite with the sin of Pride. I knew that the king still loves her. The new queen might be furious knowing that her title is just for the meantime.”

She looks at me, "You used to visit sometimes, don't you remember?" I shake my head, "If I did, I wouldn't be asking questions." "I was the Queen's maid and Henry's nanny." My jaw drops and that's when the memories come flooding back, the gifts, the trips to the castle and the little brunette boy, which used to chase me around the castle and play hide and look with, it's Henry. "You remember now?" I nod, "Yes." Henry walks into the living room and tells Nana that the car is waiting outside, she kisses his cheek goodbye and gives Henry a hug and leaves. The sudden realization that I'm left with the king hits me, and I am nervous like sweaty palms nervous.

The promise of death filled his eyes as his body became paralyzed. "No, my dear Prince, I don't think you will. But I will gladly take your kingdom as payment for your delay, along with the lives of your brothers. Enjoy Tartarus. I hear it's lovely this time of year." I gripped Winston's onyx hair, placing a rough kiss on his cheek before jamming my hand into his chest and ripping out his heart. "Long live the Queen," I whispered into his ear before tossing his heart into the tall grass, knowing that one of the creatures of hell would eat it before long.

I move the chips even though there are quite a few, so I lean in and the gaze of the three men falls on my breasts Noah clicks his tongue inconvenience. You have two seconds to stop looking at her breasts or it will be the last thing you will look at, and I will give the blonde a nice necklace with all your eyes, he said. They look away immediately, their eyes shining with horror, which makes me laugh and Noah winks at me. The last card arrives, the dealer turns it over slowly, the guy from the bottom lets out a curse and he falls defeated into the chair. A king. Noah wins with a Four of Kings against a Full house type.

My breath is taken from me as I watch Bella, the woman I rejected six years ago, walk past me after being crowned Queen. I could not take my eyes off of her through the ceremony. Not when the doors open, and that scent of moon flowers that I could never forget came wafting in. Not when she first walked past me, looking ahead at the dais where King Jonathan stood, ready to help crown her Queen. Not when she turned to face us with the crown on her head as the King proclaimed her as Alpha Queen Isabella Nightlock, ruler of wolves.

Thump, thump, thump. She touched her face—it was burning hot, as red as a ripe apple. The crimson blush spread across her face and seeped into her heart; everything revolved around this man. This man, Adrian, seemed quite different from the one she had originally imagined. She placed her hand over her heart, which was throbbing for no apparent reason. It was a frantic pounding, like a moth that, knowing full well the blazing fire ahead, was still bewitched and lured into fluttering toward it.

"It's building something and asking someone to keep it with you. I'm not collecting anything tonight, Zariah. Debts are dead. Your hand is your own. I'm on my knees in front of everyone who ever wanted you gone, asking for the one thing that can't be taken, or bought, or collected." The box opened. The whole ballroom made a sound. "Marry me," I said. "Be my queen because you choose to. Say yes, and say no, and I'll still build you a hundred clinics and stand behind them where I scare the clients. But God help me, woman-" and my voice cracked, once, in front of four hundred people, my voice, cracking "-please say yes." Zariah’s POV