Queen Kendra Novels & Stories

“I know that I would be." “I am, but honestly, I'm kind of hoping that it's a mistake," she admitted, looking down at her hands. "This whole thing is crazy, and I don't know if I could handle it." "Don't say that!" Derek exclaimed, startling Kendra. "I mean," he lowered his voice and cleared his throat. "I just meant that this is what the Goddess wanted you to do, so I don't think that you should throw her gift away so easily." "I guess," she muttered, shrugging. "I'm just nervous about seeing the King tomorrow. He never comes to visit for no reason, so he must really be worried about this."

The Confrontation Kendra stood at the entrance of the gala and took a deep breath as she absorbed the scene before her. KEDIS Cosmetics was the talk of the night, and it should have been a moment of pride for her. But as she made her way through the crowd of people, her mind drifted back to Brian. It had been weeks since she'd spent an entire day with him, and the guilt was starting to gnaw at her. "Kendra, you're looking radiant as always," Mr. Lane, one of the more seasoned investors said to her with a warm smile as she joined the group.

And in a crowd full of pale, blonde and red-headed women, I stood out… exactly the way we planned. The sensual sound from the flute and piano suddenly started playing. I took another deep breath to calm myself. I masked all my emotions away as I look straight into the guests, searching for their mysterious king in the middle of the hundred people watching. Tonight, I am Kendra, a minister’s daughter who would do her best to survive. A seductive smile crossed my lips as my body began swaying with the music. The smell of the vampires’ arousal had become thicker. I closed my eyes and imagined Blade in front of me, inviting me with his eyes. I put my arms in the air while rolling my hips and sof

Oh, but give her a sword, or a stick even… and boy, would she show you who was boss any day. Kendra couldn’t believe she had let Rhea talk her into coming for the ball, but at least she knew that there was no way she would see Killian and Artemis around… for Killian hated these things with a passion, so she knew there was no way he was going to be here. Her corset seemed to have been done too tight, because she didn’t think she was breathing well… but then again, maybe it was just nerves. The she-wolf sashayed over to the drink stands, and poured herself the first thing she could reach for,

I gave her a look. Kendra looked absolutely gorgeous, as usual. She was dressed in a blue and black corporate dress and she had black stilettos on her feet. Her dirty blonde hair flowed gloriously down to her lower back. Her milky skin looked clearer than the last time I saw her and she couldn't keep the wide grin that showed off her perfect dentition, off her face. She kissed her teeth, "How was LA? How is everyone?" "LA was good, Kendra, for real." I said, remembering how nice it was. "It was so nice to see everyone, you know? I wish I could've stayed longer."

he praises. Enrick nods. "The Royals themselves will explain what happened, Elder," he points out. "But from my side, I want to make an important announcement to the pack," he declares proudly and looks at Drina. He extends his hand to her. The woman stands up and walks toward him. "Midnight Moon, I now officially introduce you to your Luna Queen, my fated mate Drina Weiner. She is also the King in exile, only daughter," he announces, pleased. In awe, the attendees stare at the beautiful Drina. Of course, they had seen her at the hand of their Alpha King before, but no one dared to think that she was his fated mate, although the signs were obvious. The crowd erupted in loud cheers, whistling

An old man on the vintage chair with a newspaper in hand replied. A woman wearing a huge smile on her face, probably older than Westley stood up. “Audene, I thought you’re busy.” The thick southern accent in her tongue was palpable. She bounced her eyes from me, then back to Westley. “Hello, I’m Clyve.” I held out my hand. “You must be new here, darlin’. I’m Xena.” She shook my hand, then looked at Westley who looked at her with disinterest. It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type.