Queen In Tagalog Novels & Stories

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

On it sits a woman who is both stranger and mother, regal in a way that makes Zayla feel like a child, tall, skin the color of polished onyx, hair braided in a severe crown, her eyes a cold green that could cleave mountains. The Queen—her mother, who left them—raises a hand, and silence devours the hall. The guards snap to attention. No one moves, not even the air. Zayla’s voice wants to crack. She crushes the urge. “Approach,” says the Queen. Her voice is honeyed venom, every syllable rehearsed for effect. The group marches forward to the base of the dais. Only when they kneel does Zayla sense the first ripple of emotion from the throne: curiosity, calculation, and something like pain, quic

Saw that pain that plagued her. “I can feel it wrapped around your soul. It is only my presence that keeps the feral beast of your pain away.” Adelaide felt the worry within her tone as she spoke and tried to chill her resolve to a cool exterior. The Goddess was doubting her, something that unsettled her greatly. She had always been known as the top predator, the harbinger of death. None escaped her wrath, but it was the Goddess who made her what she was. She had never lived a life without her constant presence pressing in her mind.

“Whatever. Let’s go. ” 'How can she look adorable with those frowning lips?' Darn it! I must be out of my mind! Why would I find her adorable? She's a brat who treats me like a disposable toy! “Where are you taking me again? I don't remember if we agreed to go somewhere today. ” "You’ll see. Just follow my lead and don't talk too much, old corn.” "Old corn?" I raised an eyebrow at what she called me. "Matandang mais in Tagalog."

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

-Queen Qiana’s point of view “Kamahalan, narito po ang mahal na Reyna Qiana” marahang sambit ng matandang lalaking tagasilbi. “Sige pa pasukin mo” tugon ni Haring Christopher Pumasok ako at tumambad sa akin ang nag aalinlangang mukha ng aking mahal na asawa “Kamahalan, tayo na’t magtungo sa silid bulwagan” Panimula kong sambit at matapos ay siya ring agad na tumayo ang Hari mula sa kanyang upuan.

Sapo ang dibdib na singit ko. “Exactly. Chase him. Ask him…Stake your claim. Sa Tagalog, lagyan mo ng label. Love's a bitch and our world is cruel. You're not some hoe na pwede niyang kaladkarin at landiin when it deem fit to him," dugtong pa nito bago humigop ng kape sa basong hawak. “Value is what separates a true woman to the rest. Don’t be blindsided by your attraction to him, Gen. If you don’t show him how and on what way you want to be handled or treated, sa kangkungan natin pupulutin ang puso mo.”

She was wearing something that reminded me of what the ancient Egyptian Female Pharaohs wore in the pictures of our history books from school; a headdress made of gold with stone accents, and a very revealing white dress with gold trimming. “Hello mistress. My name is Stephanie. I am here to take you to the King. He has requested your presence.” Her voice was soft and very friendly. It was almost alluring. “Can we trust her?” I asked Koa. “I say we don’t trust anybody. We already know there’s witches about and putting spells on shit or even us. Tread carefully sweetie.” Koa still on guard ready for an attack. “Let’s play a game then shall we?” I smirked at my thought and I’m pretty sure I sa

, I asked him, "Because every king must have a queen", he replied simply, "But...", I began still confused as hell, "Do not question my authority", he growled at me, "You shall be my Luna Queen and that is final", he demanded before stomping away... Is this how our conversations are going to be? He should let it drive deep down home that even though I have no boastful rank, I am not the submissive kind. A minute later, an woman who looked to be in her late fifties entered and walked straight towards me, she bowed her head, "Luna Queen", the title gave me slight shivers and entirely dismissed the idea of anyone referring to me as that.

She is the first woman to ever run a mafia, she was the first woman who controls so much power in the mafia. She is a woman who have prove a point that women are not weak, infact they are strong. She is a woman who walks, sit and dine amongst the most powerful and dangerous men. She is a woman who loves be in control and incharge. She is a woman who won't let anyone step on her. She is a ruthless and fearless woman. She is the Queen of mafia Anyone who dares to oppose or go against her always pay dearly with their lives. Elena layed on the cold ground as she shut her eyes, it was far better off than her bed which was always haunted by nightmares.