Novelas y relatos de Queen 33

Ysabella ultimately decided to go. Everyone in the room could finally exhale a sigh of relief. The previous hour had been so tense that they thought the runway, which was used for the catwalk, would be a catfight arena. They were relieved it did not happen. All of the staff members were relieved that Clarissa was able to maintain her composure and act so gracefully. She was so composed the entire time that she didn't even raise her voice when Ysabella attempted to provoke her. But even before Ysabella left the room, she shouted “Remember this Clarissa – there is only one queen here in BC Models. And definitely, that’s not you. It’s me!”

No one could touch them. The Queen herself was flawless. She had the best poreless skin that was a shade darker than Brittany's tannish brown skin tone. Her eyes were a piercing blue that was bright in the darkness. Her hair was in waves of reddish-brown hair that had slightly a redder tint to it. On her head was her crown that was woven from the best trees that London probably had to offer. It was a mix of red, green, yellow, and orange, all braided together. Her wrists also had the same woven leaves on them as well.

To kill yourself until you’re forgiven it really is scary! Dev paused as she obediently bowed. The other two stopped too and just like Dev they obediently lower their heads. Hellion sighed. So early in the morning and she’d witnessed something like this to start off her day. This isn’t a good sign. Hellion walked up to the three and said. “I want to go out.” Dev glanced up to her and bowed. “Understood.” The three stood up and held out their hands on the way. “This way, My Queen.”

The words spilled out in a brittle whisper, sharp with the fear I’d buried for months. “Sweetheart, you can’t keep blaming yourself.” Her voice softened, warm as sunlight through old glass. “You’re not broken. You’re as whole as any Beta, and one day, you will have a family. The Moon Goddess hasn’t abandoned us. She’ll answer our prayers—you’ll see. And Tyler? If he’s truly your destined mate, he’ll stand by you. Through anything. Love doesn’t tally flaws or bargains. Love is love, no matter what comes.”

Free yourself from this right niw before it is too late. "I am still me!" she laughs "I do it for the Kingdom! For her"— Her? I have no time to consider the words before she hurls a blast of dark energy into me, slamming me against the inner wall with every intent to kill me. I hold my sword finally ready to end her "I'm sorry Marissa but this ends now'. Before I'm able to move towards her, a burst and ring of fire immediately circulates her then I see Hailey. The Queen descends in a blaze of glory from on high, her armour blazing, her wings outstretch in holy fury. Her aura sends everyone to a freezing stance "NO MORE". She screams

"But before stating it drink your champagne down quickly... or else." Giving them a quick smile, the queen drained the full glass of champagne in three hearty gulps while noting how both of their eager young eyes seemed to be stuck on her chest-- giving her self-esteem a major boost. After setting the glass of champagne aside, Angie announced firmly, "As this game of ours, or R rated movie if you will, continues you naughty little monsters cannot force the queen to remove her bra--which means exactly you can't ask me to take it off, or try to take it off, in any way, shape, or manner. That is my rule and the same as yours it is non-negotiable."

"I... I do not have any experience, I said to myself. I have not been in court in years. I do not know the laws, the regulations, or... honestly speaking, anything that a queen ought to know. One of the councilors, an old woman called Lady Marwen, bent her head. "That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract.

She certainly wasn’t going to admit that she’d been completely swept off her feet by Big Brother Leon’s masculine charm! Sarah spotted the familiar company building and pointed, “Leon, this is it!” She grabbed her documents, hurriedly got out of the car, and dashed toward the office, but then heard Leon Hartwell calling her from behind. Turning around, she saw Leon walking toward her with an umbrella. “You silly girl, it’s still raining. Come on.” Sharing an umbrella with the 1.88‑meter‑tall Leon Hartwell, Sarah looked even more like a little bird clinging to him, her face flushing nearly all the way to her ears.

He reassured his wife. “The guard, she said the passcode to the safe.” I wasn’t sure if I should have just said it. “Say it,” the King challenged. “3365-” “Okay.” The Queen cut me off again so I wouldn’t say the last two digits then glared at the King for challenging me. Lexus rolled his eyes, most likely because he was the only one who didn’t know the passcode. His parents were keeping it from him, so was it because they didn’t trust him? “There’s no more doubt in our minds that you’re the holder but we’d like you to use your third eye in front of us.”

A subtle smile tugged at the corners of the queen's lips. Stacy's form trembled with each jolt of the car, but she maintained her poise, not budging an inch as she continued to scroll through her phone. The voice of authority reached her ears, causing her eyes to lift and lock onto the queen's unwavering gaze. "Stacy," the queen's tone was firm yet compassionate, capturing Stacy's full attention. "Yes, my queen."