Queen Here We Are Born To Be Kings Novels & Stories

I threw the door of the warehouse open and everyone inside got up pointing guns at me. "What the fuck?". "Where's MJ?", j asked calmly. Alex followed me, he said he didn't want me going alone and it was too dangerous. But I just think he wants to tag along, and I low-key enjoy his company. "That ain't the important thing, the question is, who are you and how dare you barge into our territory!" one of them barked. I scoffed, Dogs. "I'm the Queen, and you have one of my boys, MJ, I want him released as soon as possible", I stated.

She says, tone turning solemn for a moment, before she pushes me back as if I disgust her with more strength than I anticipated, making me hit the wall with my head hard. “And now, after 25 years, it breaks and disappoints my heart to see you like this because I know that’s not who you are. You are the true daughter of a great and powerful A****n Queen, not some weak, depressing, drunk, sorry excuse of a warrior or mother who doesn’t even know how to look after her pup properly! It should be YOU who is teaching and training him how to be the Alpha he’s destined to be, rather than some old lady because you’re too weak and busy wallowing in wolfbane-laced alcohol and self-pity to pull your hea

I stand directly in front of him and look up so that I am staring directly into his eyes. I grab onto his balls which causes him to groan in pain and I stand on my toes so that my mouth is directly at his ear. "Listen up pretty boy and listen well. I am not someone you want to mess with. I am a Queen . You found me as an alpha and you will leave me as one. I am not any of the submissive little whores you've been with that listen to your every word and worship your dick like you're a God . I do what I want , whenever I want , and with whom I want. Do not think that you can come here and tell me what to do because you will get hurt in many ways , trust me I don't mind showing at all. Try tha

He didn't need his royal title to earn an enormous sum of money. But what about his goal? His purpose? He always wanted to be a King. Not because of some messily egoistic claim for power and riches, but because he loves his country. Been dreaming of a new era for his Kingdom. A country that would flourish and continue to flourish no matter the tribulations to come under his rule. This was already engraved in his bones. Set his future in stone. A title which already became a part of him, making him whole. This. This was something he could never give up.

There are many people who want to flatter Cyrus, but Cyrus is the type of person that hasn't waited for you to approach. Besides, he was extremely quiet, even Jason explained that he didn't dare to brag in front of him, so Claude followed him quietly. When the models arrived, they realized that they had to shoot not only commercials but also MVs, with the main theme song being "The King", sung by Bridget Elain. The entertainment world is full of cases of "crossing the field", Bridget Elain seems to have the heart to sing. This online game theme song, in other words, is the debut of his singing career. If only he gave up plenty of time to focus on this campaign.

“Insolent! Watch your mouth for me! For a lowly surreptitious stalker like you, who wants to speak on an equal footing with me? The person who has no right to speak here is you, Katherine Weaver. You have to remember that I am the daughter of the noble Marquise Rothnor, the fiancée personally proposed by Prince Nelson Spence, and may even become the queen of this country in the future. Tell me... do I have the right to take care of Prince Nelson Spence's affairs? Huh?” Katherine panicked, clutching her aching cheek with trembling hands. She forgot that Alice was still ten times more noble and powerful than she was now. And yet, just for the sake of a little victory, she provoked and got beat

he scoffed. "Answer me!” My voice hardened. “Anyone with the right to take over the Winehouse corporation is given a royalty title. As the heiress, you're to be crowned a princess," he replied. I stared at him, trying to process it. A princess? “So you're a prince?" I asked, and he smiled, the kind you'd want to tear off his face. “With pleasure, your highness," he offered a performative bow. Warren called me the princess of the country when I told him my identity then, so this is what he meant?

"Leaving? Jace, we’ve barely finished the prologue. You think I came back from the dead just to steal some shipping codes and a few offshore accounts?" "That was the job," I hissed, leaning over the table. "I gave you the keys to the kingdom. What else could you possibly want?" Oscar finally looked at me, his eyes cold and hungry. "I don’t want a kingdom, Jace. I want the throne. The Manns were just the gatekeepers. My brother—Matthias—is the one sitting in my chair. Everyone is looking at the estate right now. They’re expecting a long, drawn-out war over the Manns' scraps."

They are basically the same thing. Well, if you were Queen, they couldn’t vote you out. It is your divine birthright to rule over the kingdom. That’s really kind of the only difference. I thought you would be all over this Winter. Considering you want to overthrow the patriarchy and all just a week or so ago. Yes, but not at the expense of the kingdom. How very noble of you. I can’t help the giggle that escapes my mouth, making everyone at the table look at me questioningly.