Playing Queen Of Hearts Novels & Stories

I am deeply sorry ma'am, about the other day, we just had to make it look real", he apologized. I nodded, "I understand, it's okay I forgive you". ", What do I do with his body?". "Put it in a package and send it to the others, tell them Blu said hi", I said and then turned to the boys. You could see the shock, surprise and even horror on their faces. Damon walked up to me. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked shocked. I smiled, "Oh me? I'm the Queen".

She saw the palm in front of her face. "Give me the fucking keys." "Oh," she felt beads of sweat form on her forehead, and immediately she began to fumble around for the keys, and when she finally found them, it was beside her on the bed, "here," she hurriedly placed them in his palm. He snatched them from her hold. "Instead of being this rude," she rose to her feet, standing next to the headboard, "There are other ways to look at this?" "Of course; I mean, you've taken the crown for being the real bitch. You need a reality fucking show."

She was never in a shortage of loyal servants anyway. But now . . . She shook the thoughts out of her head. She dismissed her actions as nothing but a game. An entertainment and amusement in her boring life. Must be his eyes. She thought. I want his silver eyes for myself. Must be it. "I'm fine, Miss Heart." Like always, Eric answered straight to the point and as short as possible without any emotion on his face. Evangeline's smile didn't falter. Hmp! I promise you, at the end of the day, you'll be calling me 'My Queen' like everyone else.

She had no choice but to listen, her body too tense to do anything else. Demeter began to pace, the soft clink of her golden sandals against the marble floor filling the room. “Not too long ago, Zeus and Hera decreed that balance must be maintained between the realms. The Underworld requires a queen—a goddess to rule alongside Hades.” Her voice softened mockingly as she glanced at Persephone. “And my daughter was chosen to be that queen, bound by agreement to spend half the year in his domain. It is a matter of cosmic order, not mere convenience. But Persephone is a creature of light and life… what good would she be with the dark and dead?”

She walked straight to Devi, her grumpy face a mask of pure, unadulterated spite. She reached out and took his glass, or what was left of it, and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. Then, she leaned in, her lips inches from his ear. "If I'm the Queen," she whispered, her voice a lethal, mean purr, "then I'm the one who decides who lives and who dies. And I've decided that the first head on the chopping block is yours." Devi's hand slammed onto her waist, pulling her flush against him in front of everyone. His obsessive grip was a brand. "I've been waiting for you to try, baby. But remember... a Queen is nothing without her King."

"Tell me, 'Voice of the King.' Do you remember the rose garden? Do you remember the girl who cried because she broke a string on her lute?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Abigail." The name hit the room like a cannon blast. I stopped breathing. The silk screen felt like a thin sheet of ice. "The Queen died in the fire," Kael said. His voice was low. Uncertain. "We all saw the body. It was charred. Unrecognizable." "We saw a body," Vance said. He stepped forward again. He didn't wait for permission. He reached out and ripped the silk screen down.

Chains. Blades. Fire. A crown forced from her skull. A hand tearing something glowing from her chest. Her heart. Lyra staggered. “They ripped it out.” “Yes.” “To stop you.” “To steal me.” The queen rose from the throne. Bare feet against bone. “They took my kingdom. My crown. My body.” She stopped inches from Lyra. “And hid my heart inside the last surviving bloodline.” Lyra’s chest burned. The heartbeat inside her ribs shook harder.

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

Still, I gave her the go-ahead, if only for the entertainment of proving her wrong later. She laid out the cards, and I humored her by picking three. Her eyes widened with each turn. By the time the third card landed, her face had hardened with unease. “You’ve pulled the three most dangerous cards in the deck,” she whispered. I had leaned back, unimpressed. “Then tell me what doom awaits.” She showed me. An empire. Doom. The queen of hearts. She had stared at me with something bordering on dread. I’d wanted to laugh. To me, it was ironic, almost funny. A queen of hearts. How poetic.